Too much to hope for

A little peace, a little quiet. Too much to hope for. I got the nicest thank you note from Sister’s troop of puppet people — I had “donated” one of my frequent flyer tickets so they could get to New York last January. [More like a guilt trip, if recall the series of events.] The luggage is ready: two more weekends on the road, coming up. Left Coast then West Texas. Going to be a weird one. I’m thinking I need to get a set of handcuffs, as a prop, and handcuff my briefcase to my wrist. Get the allusion? Food for thought [especially if you own a URL, even one with an offbeat name like “astrofish.net”.]