Fly from San Fran to Pitt…backpacking nixed…
drive from Pitt to upstate NY…talk to strangers…
drive to Long Island…see relatives…
drive back upstate…wander through a lifetime of stuff…
drive to Louisville…hang-out…catch-up on 13 years absence…
drive to Wyoming…pull over—amazing stars…sleep for a few hours…
onward to Fremont…home for a couple of days….
get on a plane to Orlando…watch basketball games…
drive to Captiva…swim, collect shells, remember…
drive back to Orlando…
get on a plane to Seattle…work for a few days…
back to Fremont.
I was supposed to be driving Jefferson to Tuscon tomorrow and then from Tuscon was supposed to meet friends in Vegas.
To quote, “Who does this?”