Ten days between adventures.
The van is cleaned, serviced, stored. My desk is sorted, bills paid, reports filed, deadlines made.
Where am I off to now….?
(Hint: currently sitting in international departures at Calgary Airport.)
I’ll post again in a day or two to reveal my destination.
But meanwhile, take notice that there are no pictures of the week in between. Though full of laundry, errands and deskwork, it was most enjoyable. Just not photo-worthy.
I spent time with each of my kids and their families, both of my sisters, and my mom.
I wrote. Recorded two Bubble Hour episodes and organized all of the back catalogue into seasons and episodes. It was wonderfully routine and quiet, which felt surprisingly good.
I did manage one significant lapse of judgement just before leaving: allowing the nail tech to choose my polish colour. I can hardly type this post on my phone because my flamboyant nails are distracting. I suppose they are tame by most standards but I’m self-conscious of my hands (I had part of a finger amputated due to a childhood accident). I’d probably admire the bright teal on someone else.
My plane is boarding soon.
More to follow on arrival….