Fancy wine and cheese in Book Two

Yesterday I forgot what day it was. It could have been Friday. It could have been August 2, 1945. Life is hard for a time traveler.

And it is hard to stay grounded as a retired sea captain. I don’t have the green and red buoys at the harbour entrance anymore. Well they are still floating around but they lost their moorings.

I don’t have the mile markers in my day. I have home base but the rules of baseball seem not to apply any more. It’s a new game with new rules and non-linear places to go. It’s fun but a little disorienting.

But now that I have been back a week and mostly over both my jet lag and whatever it was that I caught on China Airlines, I feel… different. I actually feel disconnected and a little out of place. I feel like a bottle of Wolf Blass at a wine a cheese festival - everyone knows what I am and can accept that, but “Why is he here?”

I could go on with other metaphors and analogies because they are alway fun, but no. Yesterday I made a list of three things that I wanted to do and then somehow by the end of the day they were all done. Today I will do the same.