how i sort of felt when greeted after returning home for almost a week away. boohoo – self pity.
i’m glad you are ok. based on the news, it sounded so but needed to check. massive fires are yet another (natural) disaster that freaks me out. such destruction with little salvage left in it’s path. the animals too. the bambi’s.
I will say that my bed in a box has never seemed more enticing, at least currently. Five nights in a row, sleeping on sofas though I did get a day bed last night. Yesterday was a bit awkward, in typical fashion of me getting no details, I didn’t realize it was a family/friend’s vacation. So I went from having dinner with a bunch of knuckleheads to dinner with kids and yet I continued to consume adult drinks instead of capri suns. It was fun though, mainly good to spend some time with an old friend. AND to bring back my conga drums of which I haven’t seen, but once, in 25 years. I also found out that roommate loaned out the same drums to a country act for their European tour. A good story at least.
sorry for long/busy Monday’s. Have a nice drink and think of me 🙂