Before noon yesterday, I left our little drinking village with a fishing problem and headed east.
And before 10 this morning, I was back in The Asylum. And I found the Old Bat Cave stuffed with beers, chocolates, and all kinds of goodies.
It wasn’t raining or snowing. The Asylum has some vague “quarantine policy” for travelers, which I immediately decided didn’t apply to me. Never mind that I don’t have enough working brain cells at this instant to set the clock on my coffee pot.
After doing 3 airports yesterday, I decided that computers actually fly the planes. Airlines only have pilots on board to drive the planes around the airports.
Hopefully, more brain cells will kick in tomorrow.
Gratitude
Grateful for a safe return.