I have this odd desire to play with Lincoln Logs. For some reason I'm finding an enormous amount of comfort in the memory of the cabins I used to build as a child, always atop one of my mother's cookie sheets so that I could pick it up and move it to the top of my dresser when I was finished.

I'm going home this weekend. If all goes well on a conference call to my boss tomorrow, I'm going to stay for a week and work from my parents' house. I think I'm craving home all over, in the form of so many different desires. I have these fantasies about watching late night movies with my mom or having waffles for breakfast with my dad. Right now it's one of the only thoughts swimming around in my busy little head that actually calms me. The idea of other voices holding my attention, keeping me engaged in conversations, pulling me out of this isolation and back into this breathing world all around me is what's getting me through this week.

Well that and the prospect of two televised Ohio State football games.