I am too tired to write much here. This past weekend a dear friend or two helped me to overcome the inertia of MS and I made it to the coast. It was one of those rare winter days of blue-sky and sunshine that keep us Oregonians returning to the beach in these long rainy winter months. So a huge thank you to the 'angel' who helped me pack and prep on Friday afternoon. Long gone are the days of dropping a few things in a bag and zipping out the driveway. And, also, thank you to my cabin mates who made it so easy to be needy! I will definitely 'pay' to play and hope to not do too much this week (as if I have much choice).
The view from the cabin
How I Spent my Saturday
I am home, curled up in my nest and thinking fondly of getting away from it all. Something I can no longer do without a flotilla of support logistics and post event recovery. Makes me tired to think of doing it again any time soon. But, hey, at least I managed one more time to take a weekend trip and who knows, maybe when I do the complicated math of prepping, packing, planning, subtracted from the pluses of wandering, hubbie breaks, and time with friends, in ratio to the cost of the aftermath, the occasional trip will come out on the plus side of the equation that is life with MS.