from where I was 72 hours ago.
A brilliant blue sky and clear, aquamarine water, and heat.
Nothing, absolutely nothing, going on between the ears. And now, little to show for it but the tan and some more entries in the dive log. But that's how we wanted it.
While we were away, Number One Son returned from his world travels, pipe-cleaner legs looking like he'd been stuffed the wrong way up a chimney. With harrowing tales of post-tsunami Sri Lanka and its British-stoic people still
desperately trying to rebuild their existence.
And now he knows he needs to move on, in a local sense. The live lounge that was the garage will not be reconstructed, as he feels that's a retrograde step. Not 'lost' exactly, just getting the compass bearings back.
And today, being my first day back at work, I feel just a little like him?
# posted by Mr.D. @ 8:45 AM
Drinking and Driving (but clearly not simultaneously)
