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Stone Cold
Oct. 26th, 2019 09:32 pmI did enjoy Nine: the Musical at 3Below on Friday night, and getting back to the RV was uneventful. It's easier now that I know what the correct walking path is (and which office's parking lot I can cut across to cut maybe 500 m off the walk). I got to bed after midnight, at which time it still seemed a little warm to me, but a couple hours later I woke up shivering and slightly feverish. More shingles vaccine reaction, I assume. I dragged the rest of the blankets down from the "attic" in the RV and bundled up as best I could. Firing up the furnace was not an option. (1. I hadn't turned on the gas since my last cold-weather trip months ago and I didn't want to get dressed to go outside and turn it on. 2. When it hasn't run for months, it takes a lot of work to get all of the air out of the system and start working again. 3. I was still very sleepy.) I fell back asleep and slept in several extra hours.
I very much took my time driving home. I stopped for breakfast in Tracy. Many of the staff at the restaurant were in costume. Most of the servers were wearing elaborate Dia de los Muertos dresses and makeup, and I complimented them about it. What surprised me were a family that were asking what the costumes were about and reacting with some bemusement when told about the Day of the Dead. How one could live in the Southwest and never heard or seen anything about Dia de los Muertos surprises me. Oh well.
Heading for the hills, I started getting sleepy despite all of the coffee I'd had.
( Heading for the (Not-So-) Secret Lair )
After the Secret Stop, I continued home (with a couple more shorter rest stops) without incident. Lisa had taken advantage of me being away for a week and out from underfoot to do a bunch of cleaning, and had also built up the fire in the fireplace as the weather is starting to turn cold again. She helped me unload what needed unloading tonight. The rest can wait until tomorrow.
These trips seem to get harder the less often I do them, although of course it's likely that I'm just getting older and less resilient.
I very much took my time driving home. I stopped for breakfast in Tracy. Many of the staff at the restaurant were in costume. Most of the servers were wearing elaborate Dia de los Muertos dresses and makeup, and I complimented them about it. What surprised me were a family that were asking what the costumes were about and reacting with some bemusement when told about the Day of the Dead. How one could live in the Southwest and never heard or seen anything about Dia de los Muertos surprises me. Oh well.
Heading for the hills, I started getting sleepy despite all of the coffee I'd had.
( Heading for the (Not-So-) Secret Lair )
After the Secret Stop, I continued home (with a couple more shorter rest stops) without incident. Lisa had taken advantage of me being away for a week and out from underfoot to do a bunch of cleaning, and had also built up the fire in the fireplace as the weather is starting to turn cold again. She helped me unload what needed unloading tonight. The rest can wait until tomorrow.
These trips seem to get harder the less often I do them, although of course it's likely that I'm just getting older and less resilient.
