I may or may not have fallen into a trap, but I definitely fell into a blue funk. I didn’t cheer up until I thought of a plan that would allow me to avoid 16 hours of solo long-distance driving but still do all of the activities I have planned for the upcoming week. Thank God for airplanes. I hope that spending a week away from home, walking on the beach and doing nothing more taxing than looking for fossilized sharks’ teeth, will dispel any last vestiges of depression. I won’t have Internet access, so I’m cheating time again and arranging for posts to magically appear while I’m gone. During the week after, I’ll regale you with stories of all the fun things that I did on my vacation. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll even have some pictures to post!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I may or may not have fallen into a trap, but I definitely fell into a blue funk. I didn’t cheer up until I thought of a plan that would allow me to avoid 16 hours of solo long-distance driving … Continue reading