Tired today. For no real reason. Didn’t sleep too great last night. But, that’s not unusual for an old woman. Once again I fear that I am starting to slow down. One of my equally old yoga friends still walks 100 miles a month. I barely make 50 miles a month these days. I will try to sleep more (easier said than done) and walk more.
Well, enough about my journey into the final frontier.
I discovered that there is one non-stop flight to Charleston, SC every day from my airport. Savannah was looking a little crowded in mid-March. Savannah is a serious drinking town and there is St Paddie’s Day. Charleston is a bit soberer, also larger, so more last-minute lodging options. Lodging-wise all I really need is a walkable location and good wifi. Because I will still need to work on Tuesday and Friday. Sunside and warm would be great. And, yummy takeout food. Thinking about a week to 10 days. Then 5 days of quarantine when I get back to The Asylum. I guess that will be an OK trade. Or just ignore the quarantine. Let them kick me out. In theory, if I rent a car and drive myself to Charleston, that’s a scary idea, and if I don’t eat in any restaurants, which I don’t intend to do. Well, then there is no quarantine. (Or I could go by train CAR or take the “AUTO train” to Florida)
Halfway through that big old Robert Heinlein tome, Time Enough for Love. The proofreading on the Kindle version is pretty egregious, even by my standards. But, I have gotten into it and am enjoying it. Now that Covid is getting behind us, I hope, my next big old-time re-read is going to be The Stand by Steven King.
Back before Kindles, when Carlton and I traveled we both had to agree to all the books we took, and sometimes we would actually cut them in half so one of us could be starting on a book that the other was finishing. This sort of diminished the book’s “trade” value. Back in the day when scuffing around the world, you would always trade books any time you crossed paths with another English speaker.
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