I took a weekend of my very own. Borrowed a book on CD from the library and drove up to SF to get out of my own head for a minute.
It was lovely. There was rain and walking and eating and reading and picture taking and it ended too soon.
It was a new to me hotel that had a make your own waffles for breakfast bar which clinched the deal for me. However by the second day the beeping of the waffle machines was a bit irritating.
And here it is my weekend again. Where did this week go? A blur.
I’m looking forward to some time in the yard. It’s been hot all week. The last legs of summer.
If I had my way and a ton of money, I’d have an apt. in SF to escape to at least once a month.