Roadtrip!

Hey, journal! It has been a minute, hasn't it?

Over the past few months, the dirt babies have woken up and exploded with life! (So has the yard; I almost forgot there was grass to mow!) Sadly, Prince Rupert has died, but his two smaller siblings are doing great. Jimbo popped full foliage practically overnight, and I bought another lemon baby to keep Jeffrey company, and named it Herbert.

Work has mostly been virtual, which....has its pros and cons. I haven't minded isolation much, and wearing pajamas to work is always pretty sweet, but it also blurs the line between work and not work, y'know? I don't have An Office with A Door and a clear separation from the rest of the house, so I'll end up watching cat Vines at my desk and checking work emails during a movie.

So that's been something to get used to, trying to separate work from home when work is AT home.

But today, journal, we're going

on

a

road trip!

We're going to Bellamy Bay for a week! I love the culture and aesthetic there, and the coastline is stunning. I might bring back some driftwood decor, or something that's some combination of white, beige, taupe, grey, and blue. (Realistically, I'll probably spend all my money on food.)

It's a few hours away, and we left later than intended because I kept looking for my glasses while I was wearing them. But we're on the road now, about to stop for a stretch and a snack and then I'll take over driving.

I'll keep you posted, journal!

Day 1

MY HIPS

MY BACK

My joints all need to crack!



I really thought I could make it without switching again, I did, but I'm old and broken and falling apart and no more than ten minutes from arrival, I couldn't stand it anymore and had to request a stop so I could just walk around the car a few times. My knees were killing me. And I startled myself with how loud my elbow just cracked.

Good news is, we got here! I'm not sure what he wants to do for dinner, but that's okay! We get to be relaxed and indecisive and lazy. We've earned it.



Edit: verdict is in: Too tired to appreciate anything special or niche. Denny's it is!

Although Bradley pointed out a challenge at a burger place called Biggest Balls of Them All. You get a t-shirt and your picture on the wall if you clean your plate.