Off again for the second time in a month to jolly old England and Europe.

The last time i was here i was on crutches and when in airports being lugged in that ever esteem enhancing device we know as the wheelchair!

What is it about a chair with wheels that so brings me to the brink of depression? After all it is only four wheels attached to a chair. Is it the fact that it isn't MY chair? And that countless other posterriers had warmed the faux leather before me. Was it the lingering smell of vomit and substance that seemed to permeate it's fibers? The muffled glances from across crowded airport terminals and not so muffled stares from "Gimp" slinging friends? Or most likely the undeniable sense of humanity it lends. We are makable, breakable, and takable and short of some cosmic advancement in physics and or philosophy we shall remain as such.

That's fine with me i think. There's something inspiring about being humbled at the height of one's youth, as ironic as that sounds. Maybe I needed some grounding, so to speak, and this was the Universe's way of sitting me down and shutting me up. I have to say though, now that i am getting back in shape and walking and driving again, I feel MORE alive than I did prior to my little domestic accident. Whatever it takes i guess; to make you feel alive and more inspired than before.

I am off to go explore Milan for a few hours before we play on TV. I miss Carolyn. And she is only an hour's flight from me in Paris. I hope she's thinking of me.