Lying in bed in a strange apartment, totally jet lagged at 4am. I've officially run out of middle of the night things to do. So far I've planned our dinner menu, made the shopping list, tried on my new shoes, dyed my hair, shaved my legs and showered. Jet lag is a drag, but productive.
I am reduced to turning on the TV and let me tell you if you want to know the real heart and soul of a nation, have a look at broadcasting in the early hours of the morning. So far we have fat aids,mattresses, incontinence stuff, protect your identity and the religious evangelists. I may keep channel surfing for a while. I'm bound to come up against a rerun of Friends!
My visit with my kids is so sweet. The are both very caring of me and just want me to take care of myself - pretty much as I often treat them. The tough part is how much more I miss them while I'm here. That sounds nuts but I can feel that we would all love to be living closer. I am trying to let go of that sadness so I don't miss the time we have together.
Tomorrow down to the Bay to the Farmers Market and some time in the glorous sun. I really am in California.
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