It’s twelve thirty in the morning. I’m waiting for second coffee to finish brewing so I can fill my travel mug and head out on the first road trip since the before times. The cats have food and water and clean litter boxes. The house is mostly clean. Mom is coming to watch the kitties.
There are times when even an introvert agoraphobe needs some human connection, even if that comes in the form of socially distanced socializing. Yesterday I went up to my mother’s house for some of that human connection, and for an exchange of money for a monitor and home baked bread for some peppers harvested from
About this time of year, I start to itch for travel. I want a weekend away, or a road trip or an adventure. It’s the same every year. The middle of February brings with it a need to do something, anything, as long as it is away from here. For a lot of years, I