I have been cooped up in my office and in the Old Bat Cave waaaaay too much. So, I walked over to the old neighborhood in search of Halloween. Put 6 miles on the Fitbit. Stopped off at the old apartment building. Same crew works there. Went to my old Starbucks. Dropped by Carlton’s tennis courts. His little sign was still there. Then I found Halloween, just where it should be, on N. Jackson street. And, eventually, I made it home.
And, I still haven’t done anything to get ready for Hawai’i.