I think I’ll go for a walk.
Ok this is where I go completely off my rocker and shout at the weather, or at least wave my fists at the sky. there’s definitely a fine art to sleeping in a van through a massive rain storm (think – flash flood; think – waterfalls; think – high school drinking fountain). Not sure how that last one got in there.
I don’t think it rained once when I was home for those few days, but welcome back to the road. Ok, all in all a bit of rain and a few restless nights of sleep-wake-sleep-wake-sleep-wake-get out of bed and wonder if I slept at all, is a small price to pay for the freedom of the open road.
With the first half of July long gone, my summer is coming to a quicker close than expected. I will be taking classes this fall, so I’ll be off the road in four weeks. (Although I only have classes two days a week, and consecutive days at that, so I may be on the road through the remainder of the year.)
Tomorrow I meet with Joyce, so perhaps that will put the necessary pep back in my ilogical step.
peace.
