I was on the California Zephyr coming home from my Spring Break in Santa Barbara on March 1, 2025. Last year, Spring Break was 11 days. This year it’s only 5.
Gratitude
Grateful that Spring Break is still in play for me.
And now our once great country has started a war. Thank you, President Bones Spurs.
Nice day today. Almost all the snow is gone. Laundry is done. Venmo account and Virginia Digital ID set up. One bad book abandoned without guilt. That is one of the privileges of age: You don’t have to finish books that are not worth your time. You don’t have to pretend something is good when it isn’t. And you don’t have to clap. Or eat kale.