Longer is faster

The trip into the SFVA this morning wasn’t complicated. I stopped at Peet’s to grab coffee, sailed along the freeway, dealt with minor-moderate backup at the Bay Bridge and had clear sailing once I made the 101 North Exit.

I managed my appointments, got my flu shot, skipped the Farmer’s Market which was in the process of closing and headed home going north to go east to go south. According to Maps – that route which is miles longer was going to take about 44 minutes while heading straight back across the Bay Bridge would take well over an hour (we will not talk about the traffic on the freeway from the Bay Bridge to 101 South. At best it is stop and go. Otherwise a standstill is not uncommon).

Picked up soup ingredients, put gas in the car and managed to be home by 1500. I am tired. Really tired. I should organize the craft room, or the garage, or make a list of projects.  What I am thinking about is a nap…

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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