Shirlee and I returned to Reno and my plans to leave started to accelerate, just as her plans to stay solidified. Thus, we entered a surreal in-between state, neither of us quite here, nor there.
I commenced to divest of most of my possessions, accumulate books on Ecuador, make plans on when to fly and where to live, and catch up from being gone four weeks.
The day before Thanksgiving, with the holidays looming and time off beckoning, my 18-year-old tech-savvy son Jonathan and I found SubHub and began working on this website.
Shirlee and I took off for Vegas in mid-December for the grand opening of the Cosmopolitan, the last megaresort gasp of the 20-year boom down there. I also traveled to San Francisco to attend to my six-month visa and say goodbye to two brothers who live there, then made another quick trip to Vegas to tie up some loose publishing-company ends.
And here I sit, a week before flying out, still writing, filling in some blanks, polishing up the site, getting ready to launch it, any by God day now.