It’s a little after ten here in California where we’re visiting our son, and we just got back to our hotel room. I have no interest at all in writing this post. Which is interesting because someone just commented on #76 so it’s fresh in my mind. And that was where I was also dealing with some resistance about posting–and I happened to be writing that post while we were visiting, or after we had just visited, our daughter.
I’m sensing a pattern.
When I’m with family, I’m looking out instead of in. So it’s a big leap–much harder–to come here.