February
7
I
wake thinking about getting home. Google maps and weather.com are studied. It’s
four and a half hours to Scranton, Pa. with the weather saying 39 degrees and
rain. It’s six hours from Scranton to Bradford, N.H., but the weather forecast
for Monday is lots of snow. No matter what, tomorrow will not be a good travel
day.
I
check out the breakfast around 7:30. Ugh, nothing appealing and the thought of
sitting there listening to the TV blaring depressing news is something I am not
going to do. Why do places have to have TV blaring everywhere now? Can’t people
do anything without being bombarded with negative happenings? I refuse to
listen and return to my room.
I
spend the entire day editing, working on the community calendar, and writing my
column. I periodically check messages and answer. I finish up before 4:30 and
because I haven’t eaten, go to the front desk for delivery menus. There’s no
one around the pool and it looks so inviting that I hurry back to the room to
change into a swimsuit.
Oh,
the water is warm and feels so good. Up and down the length of the pool,
sometimes face up and other times swimming; back and forth until I’m tired… at
least 15 times. Then it’s over to the hot tub where the heat warms muscles and
bones. So good!
It
would be nice to have some conversation, but traveling alone leaves a lot of
silent times. I get out and dry as well as possible and head back to the room.
I feel better than I have in days!
I
order delivery and enjoy another good meal, then settle to watch TV for an hour
or so. A good day!
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