Two more hours to lounge. Then, my landlord is going to drive me to the airport. How sweet is that? Because, if he wasn’t, I would have started walking to the airport at noon for an estimated 3.5 hour trek. I really think I could have walked it. But am really glad I didn’t have to prove it. (Cabs are scarce. Ubers are scarcer.)
Up until this morning, I thought I had soaked up enough sun and beach to last awhile. Not so sure now. And, at my age, I am ever conscious that “This might be the last time”.
Planes are being canceled. Covid call-outs. I am still ok – at least to Chicago. Out of Chicago, is OK too. But that flight is 16 hours out. A lot of people can call out in 16 hours. I have NO Plan B if my flight out of Kona gets canceled at the last instant. My Chicago Plan B is Amtrak.
Gratitude
54 nights in Kona. 3 of them with Sam. So many blessings.
Trying to keep positive as I return into the dark night of Covid.
PS – Just ordered Peg a present Pixel 6 Pro.
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