Home at last

Boy is that a long 7 hr drive. I stopped and took a nap under the redwoods for about an hour. Then, I drove straight through getting a bit lost at 11:30 on a deserted park road at 11:00. I couldn't wait to get home.

I finally ran on fumes into the gas station about a mile from my house at 11:30. I was so glad to be home.

I unloaded and collapsed.

I wish I was still in Trinidad and at the ocean, but it was time for Marilyn and I to part. I was tired of running her errands, changing sheets, doing laundry and watering her boxes and plants.

The COOP there in Arcata is spectacular. We have some good ones here but that one I love.

I stopped on my way out of town, filled up and zoomed out.

My blood pressure is up again. I was taking it every day at Marilyn's. Yesterday it was 129/80. Today, 148/90 again. My pulse was normal. Maybe it was because I had just rushed into the building.

Lacy missed me and I her.

I read 4 good FBI thrillers by Catherine Coulter.