I’m on the road one last day. Travel has gotten old. I will have traveled 2000 miles in a week when this trip is done.
No inspiration yet. Probably because this van is not Starbucks. I miss Starbucks.
I could use a mini-vacation, a weekend trip to Kansas City to write and maybe pet kitties at a cat cafe. Anywhere but right here, where my knees are screaming and I can’t take pain meds.
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