Distance: 8 blocks and class
Grey day with needed rain. Grey me too with pre-flying trip 'home' (when do we stop saying that?) preoccupation . I've never been much of a traveler - especially on that huge heavy metal contraption that somehow flies (!?) through the sky. And now routines have quietly settled in and become more entrenched so trips create more unease/apprehension. Probably all the more reason they are needed like the rain to lubricate mental parts of me that have tightened and become resistant to change, the new, encountering what I can't control instead of living in the illusion that I control more than I actually do. So, day after tomorrow, off I'll go.