I wasn’t able to get to my friends’ house for Christmas because of weather. I was heading up today, but because of something wrong with my digestion, I won’t be. I’ve given up. I’m retreating. I’ve surrendered.
Yesterday I packed. The car is already loaded with dog necessities, I imagined heading out as soon as the wind dies down on the pass. I’d made plans to get together with friends and was excited to be leaving the Valley for the first time since June.
But I don’t feel good. In fact, I feel so bad I might actually go to the doctor. Last night I had wonderful dreams, the kind my brain conjures for me when I really need sleep. Thank you, brain.