Also, Go-Back Thursday.
Made reservations to return to Charleston next week. Five nights.
First went in March 2021, when we were just being released from a year of lockdown in the Asylum. I was technically working from home, but realized something important: my actual work didn’t begin until 4 or 5 in the evening. So if I flew to Charleston, checked into a hotel, and got the Wi-Fi sorted before 4 PM, well, who would know I wasn’t still in Falls Church working from home?
Charleston and the HarbourView Inn saved what was left of my sanity five years ago.
Going back. It costs three times as much now. I had to scrabble to find a room for five nights. I leave next Friday and return on Wednesday. Flying. Used some American Airlines miles. I didn’t have many, and I rarely fly American anymore, so I consider this a bit of Death Cleaning for frequent flyer accounts.
The plan:
Sunday service at Mother Emanuel.
Bouillabaisse to die for at Magnolias.
Walk.
Sit.
Read.
Nap.
Sometimes going forward means going back.