And just like that, the boxes containing my books arrived yesterday. We were out late riding bikes and having a picnic dinner. I saw them sitting on the front porch when I pulled into the driveway. No one else noticed in the hustle of unloading the car. I quietly carried them into my studio. After so much anticipation of this moment, I was suddenly not ready. My vision of ripping open the boxes amidst shouts and hoopla suddenly shifted. My long journey deserved a bit more ceremony. I haven't opened them yet. Crazy? No. I waited until the house got quiet... now and in the light of morning... I put them out on the picnic table. I stared at them... patted the boxes lovingly... but I'm about to drive on a field trip and it's getting late... so back into the house they go. This afternoon. It's a date. Meet me right back here. 'kay?