Next Friday, 3 February, I fly to South Africa. For six weeks. I can't believe that. Amazing. Not much touring around or such as that.
Time spent being quiet, being still, just being. At least that's the very minimal plan so far in place.
Tonight, after a very long day, and some very tough news, I've been a bit whiny.
Grateful, I am. Very grateful.
Of course, I'd also like to tell you about the incredibly sexy, hunky roofer I was watching, while I ate lunch. As I walked out of the eating place, he spoke to me. Ooooh. Had he been watching my watching? We chatted. that's all. But I had to adjust my britches a bit.
What a day.