Don’t get me wrong. It’s great to visit with family and catch up with old friends. But packing a bag to stay in their homes just a few hundred feet from the comfort of my own bed is another thing. I feel kinda like Goldilocks. My back is a wreck from sleeping on beds too soft, or air mattresses on the floor.
And while it’s already been a couple weeks, it’s only just begun. We’re curbside once again, this time for the duration. Of the holidays that is. It may be L.A. but at least we’re staying put, where we’ll get lots of love and plenty of good food. I’m not counting the days yet, but do look forward to getting on the road again.