m = 70 ÷ 2
I’m a year older today. I’ve never made a big too big a deal about age and birthdays, but this one was a bit weird as it approached — everytime it occurred to me that I was hitting 35, the formula “70 ÷ 2″ flashed through my brain. What the…?!
It’s been a nice day, mainly because John and I are in the midst of a two-week holiday in California (the longest vacation I’ve taken from freelancing in the 6 years I’ve been doing it — eeep!). We scored gorgeous weather in San Fran and definitely overdid the sightseeing; my right foot cracks with every step I take now and my calves are screaming bloody murder… holy hilly city! Today began with pea soup fog and rain, but eventually cleared when we got to wine country. We’re at a swell B&B in Sacramento tonight where we were treated to an upgraded room (yahoo, jacuzzi for my pathetically sore legs!) and a nightcap of tea and freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies, delivered right to our door.
We have Yosemite Park and a drive down the coast to L.A. to look forward to. We just confirmed that we’ll be staying in a yurt for our stint in Big Sur. Any suggestions about what to see / eat on the west coast would be greatly appreciated :)
So yes, we are bummed about having to cancel our original itinerary, but this is a pretty swell Plan B.
On this day especially, I feel like a lucky schmuck. Thanks to the folks who are in my corner, and thanks to you for making my blathering feel worthwhile.