If it is Tuesday

it is not Belgium. (reference – the 1969 movie – two links for you – Wiki & Internet Archives.  Instead this is packing day. We leave tomorrow for two weeks in Morocco, so not Belgium either. But first – the easily explained absence.

It has taken a lot more time to recover from this particular bout of covid followed by pneumonia followed by weeks of coughing and total exhaustion. I don’t know if I can blame anything in particular. Perhaps my immune therapy? Perhaps everyone in the family? In any case it hasn’t been particularly fun.

I am just trying to take it easy at this point. I am not hauling a lot along with me: iPad rather than laptop, limited amount of clothing. shoes on feet and one pair in the suitcase, two small stitching projects (which I may/may not get around to stitching).

I will try to send an update when I have Wifi as we travel. More likely it will be a compilation once we get back….

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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