Familiar faces and voices
In chemical terms, the new mattress smell in our tent is akin to the famous “new car odour”. Except that you don’t usually put your nose next to the dash for a whole night.
Apart from a nasty headache, another side effect has been a nasty nasal drip. The sort that makes a whole box of tissues turn into mush. The sort that pushes me to the OTC drug dealer, to buy some little pink pills that make me very sleepy. Pressure to return to the smelly mattress, except that it’s 75 minutes away. Good thing.
This has been another library day, in my chosen carrel. A chance to do some research, check my email, collect some ebooks for the ereader. Low energy levels suffice.
I spent some time sleeping in the car in a crowded parking lot. Not really sleeping; something closer to trance state, while the radio tried to find familiar voices to cheer me up. At one point, I looked out the window and watched a fellow blogger get in the car (not my car) for the ride home. No, I didn’t get out to speak; we’re bloggers, not talkers. There is a difference.
Easy life, this vacation thing. Sure, there are financial overtones, and the kids miss us (you do, right?) Being dog free has been harder than predicted (she doesn’t bite me). Only a few more days, oh petted one.
Reminder to anyone with shopping privileges: we need more coffee.
Last big decision before going back to the campsite will be “Ice cream: yes or no?”
It’s not a poll question.
