Mainly because I dreamed the other night that I was actually in Homer’s Odyssey. I think I was Odysseus for a time (sadly though, not during his Calypso period) and then Telemachus for some as well. Unfortunately, I took the opportunity to wake up right before the total kickass part of the story when they’re about to start taking out all of Penelope’s “suitors”, and I — as Telemachus — was making a grand and heroic speech to Penelope and the other ladies about how they should leave the doors closed no matter what they hear.
So yes, I think the above title may be somewhat fitting. Finally. Maybe.