I'm still getting used to being back in Philadelphia. Every aspect of my usual rut is slightly challenging and tinged with a distinct chance of danger--or at the very least embarassment. I've even been found myself spontaneously bleeding from small cuts that I was unaware of receiving. It's like there are a myriad unseen dangers in my daily life that my subconscious can normally pilot me through safely, but all the maps have been lost. Heh... I was going to say something about the astrolabe being broken, but that sounded like bad poetry.