My, it has been some time since I have looked at this old school journal of mine. I must admit, it has served me well in knowing the goings on and whereabouts of my dear brother and his friends. Even more astounding is the fact that they still do not know I have retained my journal and that this is the means through which I know so much of what goes on. Good and decent people really do have no originality whatsoever. It's sad really.

In any case, I find that my long hours of solitude in my present locale leave me with the abundance of time to ponder my plans and the direction in which they will go. I do believe that a trip is in order. I do need to stretch my legs after all... and I do think I know just the place to visit... the Egyptian sun would do me a world of good, I feel.

Aside from that, it's been too long since mine eyes have looked upon the fair form of a rather exquisite healer...