The final day of June spent at a lake in Wisconsin dreaming about lochs in Scotland and the vast oceans of South East Asia; which is all just to say that I’m very homesick indeed. Mum and dad mentioned they plan on retiring in January — if 2021 ever comes — but between now and then, their zip codes, time zones and mailing addresses are somewhat up for debate. It’s the unknown that exhausts me, for what I can remember, the year has always been this way. The…
