Siskin of Ember

I could have used more sleep, but at least I slept better than when we were away. At this age, travel always sounds fine in theory, but in practice, it doesn't work out as well as one imagines. There's really nothing like your own bed! I used to be able to sleep like a log on someone's floor in a sleeping bag. I remember one time when I was at a con, and there were too many people in the room for my liking, so I took a blanket and pillow out on the balcony of the hotel room and slept there. Or on a trail ride in October when I didn't like the ambiance of the ride leader's trailer, so I slept in a pup tent outside, and just wore three sweaters to keep warm. I'm not that flexible any more.

Today I was just trying to get a few things done. I talked to Queenie. She's with the Fireman in a cabin in the Blue Ridge Mountains in Georgia, where her kids will join her for Thanksgiving. I did my laundry. I listened to Hawaiian music while trying to finish up the chapter for our book club tonight. I carried various things up and down stairs and made spaghetti sauce for dinner. More things are always possible to do in theory than they turn out to be in practice!