I frequently go all over the place in my chair. As I often mention on here, I often go off on my own, exploring the city like some weird hybrid of Baudelaire and Timmy from South Park. When I do, Lyn usually stays home, happy to let me go wandering while she gets on with some work. I often feel a bit guilty about leaving her here, especially when I go to cool places or to gigs. Well, tonight it’s L’s turn: she’s off to a David Gilmore concert. I would naturally have gone with her, only there was just one ticket left. I hope she has a great time – you should see the shade of vivid pink she dyed her hair yesterday, especially for the show. Lyn will travel alone, and plans to meet a few friends of ours once there, then take a taxi back after the gig. While I am sure she she will be fine – after all, lyn is a very independent person, well used to travelling on her own – I can’t help but feel nervous. For once lyn will be the one out in the city, and I’ll be them one at home quietly worrying, hoping everything is going okay.