Today is the month-iversary of my stay in Los Angeles. I spent most of the morning reviewing old posts, refreshing memories, vicariously reliving my years as a nomad. Sigh.
Meanwhile, my friends have been sharing their summer travels. Utah, Colorado, Montana, Oregon, Yukon, Alaska… Sigh.
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We interrupt this post for a little excitement and chaos. A squirrel got into the house somehow and couldn’t find its way out. It was unfamiliar with the concept of glass and kept trying to get out through a closed window. I opened the front door, propped the screen open and stepped to a neutral corner to wait. After another lap of the living room and dining room, knocking over a thing or two, it finally discovered the door. Peace and the natural order of things has been restored.
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So, I’m feeling a little down today. I miss traveling in beautiful places. I miss being healthy and independent. I feel the travel season ticking away. Four more week of treatment. Sigh.