Stationary Day



 It’s early only 6 and I’ve been up and dressed for an hour. Rough night with the MS and muscle spasms but it is what it it. 

My granddaughter is still fast asleep. I couldn’t even convince the bulldog to come sit outside with me. She did her business and is now asleep, sitting up, on the loveseat in the fifth wheel. The cat, baby is the only one interested in joining me. Yes, I travel with my pets. They are well behaved (better than a lot of kids) and bring me comfort and companionship. They are part of my family. When I travel like this, they are along for the journey.

Right now, it’s just me, the camp-stove and percolating coffee.  Mark would have loved it. I can just picture him sitting in shorts and a t-shirt, hat on with a book in his hand. He seldom sat without a book within easy reach. He was very well read. Everything from crime fiction to autobiography’s. I think the only genre he didn’t read was horror. He used to say all he had to do was turn on the evening news to get his fill of that. 

We are staying here today. I like to place a day of no travel between each travel day if I can. This way we decompress from the road and enjoy the area. Why travel if you don’t enjoy the sites? 

I miss my cardinals this morning. They spend part of my morning coffee time with me daily. I hope they will still be around when I return. The pair showed up the week of Mark’s funeral. 

I’m living life. One moment at a time. Some moments are harder than can be described. Keeping busy seems to be the key to my emotional survival. I hope that slows down soon. It’s exhausting to be busy ALL the time, but I also know being busy is helping me survive the loss. 

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