I have temporarily returned from my trip away from Spaces.  No, it was not the type that a youth of the 60's and 70's might have taken along with Dr. Leary.  Actually, I never did that.  I was afraid of what I might find.  Given the disproportionate amount of strangeness which I have amassed during my adult years, I believe that was a good decision.

Neither was this a literal vacation, wherein I left the apartment to travel a distance of greater than five miles.  I didn't even go anywhere with premeditated fun in mind.  I was prepared, though, with all the repairs made to the car and even having most of my laundry done.  I almost always want to go toward something rather than away from a problem or place, but in this case it started as going toward something from which I intended to return immediately, but ended staying for a while.

More important to my staying for a while was that it was simply a trip away from something before I began to dislike it.  I was beginning to feel obligated to produce an interesting, informative, humorous, or otherwise entertaining post at regular intervals here on Spaces.  Honestly it was beginning to feel like a burden.  With no payment or worldwide recognition at stake, I simply quit posting for a while.  I did not and do not want an activity that gives me pleasure (blogging on Spaces) to either cease to do so, or worse, become aversive enough that I abandoned it.  My destination was that other place to where a number of Spacers have defected on a more permanent basis.  I met many of them there.  I would not have thought of joining on my own.  I was invited to view another Spacer's photos on that other place and found I had to be a member to see them.  I signed up with basic information and no real intention of doing more than looking at the photos, writing some comments, and leaving.  Well, I think I stayed for dinner, quickly becoming used to the many posts per day and short comments.  Even more typically of me, I became engrossed in playing with an imaginary zoo to the point of attempting to get virtual platypuses (platypi?) to breed and trying to earn enough points to purchase a second unicorn.  Please don't tell anyone, though, as it might cost me a certain loss of credibility in future posts.   Thank you very much for your understanding and cooperation.  I do find that this relatively mindless activity provides a certain amount of relief in other aspects of my life as well.

Peace, Doc

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“If some people didn't tell you, you'd never know they'd been away on a vacation” - Kin Hubbard