Leaving Nantucket

I leave Nantucket in 7 and a half hours. Well, maybe 8 and a half hours. I'm not really sure. What I do know is that I have to get up really early, and then drive to Potsdam, NY. For those not familiar with their East Coast geography, and furthermore disinclined to consult an atlas, the trip from Hyannis (sp?) MA, which is the mainland port, to Potsdam, NY is not trivial. Something like 8 hours. Not exactly a huge road trip, but nothing to scoff at. But it's cool; we have David Sedaris on tape, and my CD collection, from which we will listen to about 2 CD's, is my guess.
So, the things I'll miss. I'll miss the beach, with the real ocean, and big fat naked old people. And sand dunes with craggy grass. I'll miss funny cobblestone streets (though I won't particularly miss the tourists that inhabit them). I'd say that I'm going to miss Rebecca (eldest, wisest sister), but she's coming with me. I'm sure there's more, that I could come up with if I sat here agonizing over what exactly it was. But the way of it with missing things is, in a week or so, the things I really miss will pop up unbidden, triggered from some unrelated thing. And I score a point. A memory point. He who dies with the most, wins.
I finished the album today. Perhaps in a little bit, I'll post it on the internet. But I need to make a suitable web site; I don't even have a mockup right now. And I'd hate to spend two months on an album and then have a really shitty web page for it. So be patient. In all likelihood, I'll post MP3's first, and put up a real web page later. But if any of y'all want a copy, just send me an email or letter, or give me a call, and I'll make you a copy. If people I don't know want one, send me an email and I'll make you a copy. Donations are nice, but I don't expect them from friends. Just people I don't know. That way you can pretend you're my friend, because in lieu of supporting me emotionally, you're supporting me financially.
I put up some pictures of Nantucket and such. That is all.