THIRTY-TWO WEEKS UPON THE WAY have sailed by quickly, during those many weeks of having the sails abeam, the rudder amidships and my bearing with the wind. Now, I make headway towards my home port.

Though out the Journey of the Me, most all my possession have been stowed aboard, but now they have been transferred to the confinement of land bound walls, which walls have been my home here in the winter harbor for over a decade.

Further, it is these walls that I will stay within for as long as it takes for me to sell this home, which by doing so, I will be set free from the restraints that I find are caused by these very same walls.

Accordingly, the count of days upon the passage of The Journey of the Me have come to there end, causing yet a new Passage and a new count to begin.

This new Passage is that of The Burden, and it is a word which according to the forth definition, represents in a figurative way, the total collection of material things that a person possesses.

However, the count of days to until my retirement continues unabated, currently standing as a triple digit giant with nine hundred and five days remaining.

This quire records the passage of wintering when the desire is to be elsewhere during this portion of the burden.

However, the count of days to my retirement continues unabated, currently standing as a triple digit giant with nine hundred and five days remaining.

This quire records the passage of wintering when the desire is to be elsewhere during this portion of the burden.

While I am back in my home, I must needs resume the grass mowing job and I am becoming reacquaint with the wild life that frequent the outside of my home.