Alice in Wonderland

It was so robotic, changing from nightgown to uniform and back again every day.

The simple act of jeans-sweater-boots is foreign to me.

Being a real person again takes a surprising amount of work. I have to think and plan and hustle, hustle, hustle.

Only it's a mental game now, not a physical one.

Suddenly the days are ticking by quickly as the workaholic fog lifts.

I'm in Memphis now. We went out for barbeque and I packed a weekend bag.

Tomorrow morning we'll be in Nashville (300 miles from here), then we'll fly out to West Palm Beach, Florida (1,000 miles from there).

This morning I was tromping through snow on my way to breakfast with friends. Tomorrow I'll be on a beach in a bikini.

betholindo at 10:09 p.m.

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