I'm not even going to begin to act as though I don't realize how long it's been since I've written a post. Let's do this as a list:
Friday through Monday - Miami, FL
Monday night - Ocala, FL
Tuesday - HOME
Wednesday - BED
Thursday - BED
Why BED? No damn good reason at all. Slight sore throat from allergies. Didgeridoo Boy threw a pillow on the bed that the cat has been sleeping on, which left me in a devil of a puffy-eyed, stuff-nosed mess. But other than that, no reason. I didn't lose momentum as much as I threw it in the floor with my luggage and told it to leave me alone. Took care of my laundry, which counts for something (right?), but other than that...
Nada. And I can't say I liked it.
So today I got up at 6.30am, got my coffee, had breakfast, had my morning meditation, verified a couple of times that I only have ten days left in my cast, and wrote in my journal for the first time since Friday in Miami. I'm hoping the rain that seems to be wanting to stay for a few days does so, so I won't be tempted to go out and play and can catch up on all of the studying and writing I need to catch up on. (Better to catch up now than to catch up the first couple of days after my cast comes off, when I know I will want to put on pair after pair of skinny jeans, get my hair done, and soak in a bath for precisely 37 hours.)
Enough sitting. I'm off!