It's frightfully early -- early enough that sometimes I go to bed later than this. But I'm woken up, showered, and waiting for the taxi -- and so it's off for home. I think it's home, anyway; it's the place I want to be when I'm not there. Further reports following what I trust will be a safe arrival. I promise to answer all the recent comments when I am safely ensconced on another continent and have, I trust, a little time to write answers.
It's remarkable how the same setting -- same humidity, same traffic noises, same humid night gloom -- can be so different depending on whether I just got up or whether I'm just going to bed, too.
Trivia: The first aerial photograph was taken in 1858 by Gaspard-Félix Tournachon, by tethered balloon. Source: Maps and Civilization: Cartography in Culture and Society, Norman J.W. Thrower.
Currently Reading: Two Sides of the Moon: Our Story of the Cold War Space Race, David Scott, Alexei Leonov, Christine Toomey. Guess whose name isn't on the cover. But it does note, foreward by Neil Armstrong, and introduction by Tom Hanks.