I drove across California yesterday afternoon. Stopped to admire some elk and then took an evening walk with Angel.
Today, Angel and I wandered off to a meadow. I wanted to see if any new wildflowers were blooming. Nope.
But it is good to be home. I now have eight days off to fight off this virus and maybe get some work done on this house.
And the good news? Seems that the hospital is reconsidering their decision to close the Monastic Dorm to those of us who need a place to sleep now and then. It seems that the Powers That Be had no idea just how many employees use the building as a place to crash. That gave them pause--and, for now, it remains open to us.