Been busy since this post, meeting self-imposed deadlines and requests for my writing. But now it’s spring break for my teen. Not going on a lengthy trip this year (last year: Route 66/Mitchell Caverns and other oddities). Instead we’re visiting family in my hometown, just up the coast. We e-biked, beachwalked, viewed the Space X rocket launch from my niece’s deck. First sonic boom I’ve experienced that was a low, rolling thunder rather than a windows-rattling KABOOM, which I tried to explain to my teen, but he is a cat whisperer and was busy connecting with my niece’s two rescues.

Yours in remembering that mini-breaks are psyche-reviving,

PB