So, what are my plans?  Oh yeah, that's right.  Most people throwing away a steady job would have plans, wouldn't they?  Well my plans involve the rather silly idea that in April I should fly down to Georgia just so that I can spend the next 6 months walking back home along the Appalachian Trail.  Why am I thinking about doing this?  I'm honestly not quite sure.  It's just always been there in my mind as something I could do.  Perhaps the depredations of advancing age and the deleterious effect of my recliner-based lifestyle have brought forth the fear that if I don't try it now at Forty, then I'll never be able to do it.  I certainly haven't been training for it.  I was in relatively better shape last Spring after hiking a couple months in New Zealand.  But I've been practically bedridden since.  My exercise regimen consists of taking the stairs at work ( My office - B1, my department - 6th Floor) and walking to and from the parking garage.  That first month on the trail is going to be one hell of a rude shock to my body.  I'll probably blow out a knee the first week and then have to figure out what to do next.