Outside, they say that the temperatures reached the twenties. I don’t know. My feeling is that they didn’t reach high enough. I finished a huge work project and then ran errands. And in between, I complained to Ed that there wasn’t enough “travel” in his “companionship.” (I'm leaving tomorrow. He's staying home.)
It felt cold outside. Or maybe I was convincing myself that my trip south is a good idea after all, even though I will have to take work, and I will be traveling alone, and it will take me 15 hours of obscure connections to get to where I want to be.
But consider these landscapes! They are mine for so many winter weeks! This is what I see when I leave my condo:
And from the roof -- even at sunset, the dominant color is -- blaaah.
And so early in the morning, I’m off. With jubilation. Where to? Oh, Tobago. Why Tobago? I’ll let you know once I get there. Be patient please. I may or may not arrive at a place from where I can post right away.