July 1st, 2019


Not at Home

How strange it feels to be away. Right now I am in Denver, not bad for a city. My first Air B&B, amazing house, feels like home, but it isn't.

Been up since 3. Suppose I can sleep all day. Kids going hiking. I am not.

I miss my dog, her toenails clicking as she settles to sleep beside my bed.

I wonder if the green beans need to be picked.

Tomorrow is the concert.  That's why I came - to dance.

Until then I'm just killing time and missing my real life.