Hubby and I traveled Monday. Even though I travel fairly often, I still find it tedious and draining. Could be my age, I guess. As I get older, I find I'm more and more attached to my own bed, my own cozy reading chair, my own writing space.
When we planned this trip, I had high hopes of pulling my laptop out on the flight and working on my book. Instead, I slept almost all the way from Denver to Boston. On an early afternoon flight, no less.
I had more plans to write after we checked into the hotel last night. But there I was, wined and dined and ready to crash at 8:00 PM Colorado time. I sat at the desk to work on this post, but the desk was too high and my arms hurt and I kept yawning.
Tomorrow's post may be more energetic. No promises, though. We have kids (grown up ones) to visit and a six-month old granddaughter to enjoy. There are definitely some different priorities for the next two days.