My attempt to “do” yesterday didn’t work out too well. I tried to race home after work, but the awful congested freeways stopped me. When I finally made it, I grabbed Mr. W, and we went to a Oggi’s Pizza & Brewery to watch Game 1 of the Lakers-Magic playoffs, but it was so ridiculously crowded we knew we wouldn’t get seats, much less service. We came home and had a night in instead. It allowed me to harass the other people in the playoffs bet with me online, anyhow.

I want to spontaneously go away; it doesn’t have to be far, just different. Maybe even San Diego for a weekend, live a short fantasylife at Hotel del Coronado.
I want to disappear to sorta-faraway places, too, like finally stay in that bed-and-breakfast at the Niagara Peninsula, just for a few days.
I want to have random highlight-of-the-week wine dinners and spa days with friends.
I want spur-of-the-moment barbecues and lake kayaking with my local cousins, some of whom have never been to this house or the private lake.
I want to romp around Orlando waterparks with Jordan.
I want to visit Bathhouse Row in Hot Springs, Arkansas.
I want to drive through and explore the Old South, walk in the old plantation areas, see if I feel anything, any tugs, while I’m among the ghosts of the past.
I want to feel comfortable on a street bike and a sea-doo.
I want to tap a maple tree and extract my own maple syrup, boil it, and make maple candy by pouring the syrup on packed snow.
I am aware that I may have lost my mind.

I’ll be good again, someday soon.