No need for binge shopping, or a burger either
Still trying to build my trip log. What I have determined is that place names don’t stick properly, when your travel plan is about the route rather than the destination. I can visualize most of our campgrounds, but trying to find any given site by its corporate name? Not so much. In fact, we’ve called up the big guns; getting out the old credit card statements. On line, of course. The financial world is well organized, and going back seven years is simply a game of patience. Oh, and deciphering the mysterious abbreviations used for long community names. We did know the state, usually, and with some careful triangulation I now have a trip log that is solid.
Nasty night, last night. Winds up over 70 kph, rain that seemed to come sideways. The snow cover is behind us; time to think of mud as a medium.
The local vaccine game hiccupped today; one of the leaders has been benched, until the science sorts out a perceived risk of blood clots. This will knock the schedule off (which means I will have to wait, just a little bit longer). My life as a series of song taglines.
Of course, this is not a good time to check the pandemic headlines. What with Ontario now close to “out of control”, and elsewhere the big flag of a fourth wave, I’m really happy to be where I am. In fact, I feel fairly safe (as long as I continue to exercise great self-control). Really, my need for a shopping binge trip followed by a bad burger has passed.
