I’ll be home again on Saturday night – TS, may we stay with you that night? – so be thinking of me, please, as I catapault through the air from West to Middle on that day.

So far from home, and yet, on the internet, we are all home. Our computers are Dorothy’s red shoes; a few clicks and we are home.

And Dorothy was right: There’s no place like home. It’s just that you don’t have to BE home to be at home.

Ah, internet, my big comfy couch.

Why NO, I’ve never been normal, but thanks for asking.