The Federal government has made me an offer I can’t refuse, and that should only facetiously be interpreted as an allusion to The Godfather.

It’s a step backward in the sense that I’ll be returning to Alaska. It’s a step forward in the sense that I’ll be in Anchorage, living in a place of my own. This talk of location introduces a glimmer of hope: there is a possibility of traveling to Japan or South Korea, among other countries, before too long.

I’m looking for plane tickets. Will possibly be home in a week or two. My start date is August 3rd.

What have I done to deserve this good fortune? I’ve lost a friend.

I strongly believe Newton’s 3rd law of motion applies not only to physical objects in the traditional sense, but also to life events of a personal nature. (How appropriate that I start on the 3rd. Soon I’ll be whistling triplets). The positive development of a good job offer is counterbalanced by a development of equal magnitude but opposite (negative) characterization, e.g. I’ve lost the friendship of someone I admire very much.

No one wants to be told that they mean the world.