It’s late and I just got in. I ended up leaving a day earlier than originally planned. My travel companion was a little dismayed by this fact, but I’d had enough, really. Then, the flight was particularly bumpy, and I didn’t like that, so tonight, I am weary…and parched …rather than the previously anticipated relaxed and refreshed…but I do have a smile on my face. I have strange aches and pains…but travel does that, I suppose. Oddly, my jaw is sore and tired, even though I hardly said a word the whole time I was gone. Go figure. Must have slept the wrong way or something.
I am going to fix myself a glass of lemon water and hit the sack.
I had planned to stay until tomorrow (no wait…It’s already tomorrow…) but when I thought about it, I longed for my own bed and for the familiarity of my own routine. Set in my ways, I am. Spending an extended period of time in that kind of posh opulence, even when with someone I love, is simply not me…..and I put emphasis on the words, “that kind of” posh opulence, because trust me. I have nothing against posh opulence. Again…it’s just that suburban brand of “niceness” that I find so boring. “Beige land” ick. I guess I had expected something different.
Show me that kind of excess and I start thinking of the starving children in Africa and how I could be better spending my time over there. That’s just how I roll.
Don’t mean to complain . I did see a lot of beauty while I was away….an overwhelming amount….both with the eye and with the mind. I came to many realizations about life and matters of the heart.
In other news, just moments ago, I learned of the death of someone who meant a lot to me when I was a child. Denise, Deb, Beaux and René, if you are reading this, I love you guys. Lois was always so kind, so witty and smart. I will never forget her, nor the good times we all spent together. Sending light and love your way.
That’s all she wrote….