What Sort of Luggage Is This?
I packed as many books as the suitcase would allow. Unpacking, perusing, I realize that I hadn’t brought enough. I’ve got so many unread books. I bought two more while here (day one on my own), but none of them are holding me captive — letting me escape.
Maybe it’s not possible.
This is day two of our stay here in the Florida Keys. Our vacation started with the ridiculously long drive, but it wasn’t until yesterday that I was able to relax, being left on my own.
Every year my goal to just read and write, but mostly write, is tampered by my blatant sudden interest in streaming a show during the important times that I can read and write, but mostly write. And then, like some sort of imbecile, I get frustrated that I didn’t have time.
But not this year! Look at me already type type typing!
I’m set up outside on a tropical patio fenced-in behind the one room cottage where we currently hang our hats. I’ve given you a lot of directions, here is more. Beside me, my dog rests in-between sniffing every surface and air molecule. We are in the shade still, perfect temps and wind force. My laptop battery says: 4 hours 3 minutes life left.
This place hosts a Tiki-Bar, authentic Mexican “Taco Truck” and beautiful landscaping. Some evenings there is live music. Although not on the…
