Robinson sent me this picture today. It’s Oscar curled up on the bath mat waiting for Robinson to finish his shower. It made me homesick. I’m at the end of the first week of an intensive three-week travel schedule. I fear Oscar might just pack his bags and run away from home. Poor little guy. I miss him intensely and wish there was a way I could explain to him the concepts of “work”, “work travel”, when I’ll be home, when I won’t, and why. He just looks at me with those big sad eyes of his and knows I’m either gone or leaving and doesn’t understand why.