The late Igor was right, but it has to be a change of activities, not just a change of scene. A week on camp staff is a rest. Taking the family to the beach is not.
Knowing Igor as well as I did, I knew he meant a change of everything that one is doing, rather than just a change of scenery from where we lived.
That’s why I said, “Just a day, no phone, no TV, no neighbors, just a day.” That’s a change. Even if I did it here, which isn’t likely to happen because of circumstances, it would be a change from what I’m doing now.
Cheez Nips and stuff has been gotten, and my Real Brother’s genealogy is ready to be on its way to him. Just waiting for it to be processed by the USPS so I can begin tracking it.
The smoke from inside and outside is awful. So many things are burning in CA that a lot of people are having some bizarre physical reactions to the smoke.
I went to put a paper coffee cup in the freezer to chill it for my visit with Charlie, and get a cup of ice cream while I was in there, and my hand hit the cup on the way out. The mess was epic.
I had a case and a half of water stacked next to the fridge. The coffee went into the open one and drained very quickly into the one I had yet to open. I never knew that little bit of coffee could cause so much chaos.
I went to move the unopened case, and it split, spilling bottles and the coffee that dripped onto them all over the kitchen floor. The more water bottles I removed, the more coffee I found.
Did I mention I had coffee on my clothes? Can I go home now? What did I say in an earlier post? That I didn’t want to attract something? Too late. It was already on the way.