It’s been five sleeps in our own bed since returning from six weeks jaunting around USA, Canada and Alaska. All the old patterns have returned – which means I’m rarely awake before the sun is well up.
Except on the first morning when, after a good night’s sleep, I woke ready to greet the day. The golf course and ocean were right where we had left them all that time back. The difference is the wintry light . . .
My “birthday” plant, the pink zygocactus, had gone ahead and celebrated without me –
. . . and now to catch up with all those stories I didn’t write while I was busy experiencing them . . .