There's something about settling down into a routine, as disjointed as it might be, that destroys any plans I have for blogging or writing. There's too much doing, too much reading, talking, walking, and watching. Last week I finished yet another book (or four), started sewing myself a dress, took a walk around Staley park and went for a  swim, had bbq on the middle of the night, giggled, cried, said goodbye, watched the sun go down behind the mountains and watched it come up again.

I'm back on the road again, passing through mountains and praries before settling down again in Maine, so expect more posts in the next couple of days because if there's one thing long bus rides are good for it's writing blog posts.