Back

There: 60 degrees F
Here: a fucking furnace

There: Fireplace, hot tub, room service, perfect silence under lacy oak trees
Here: Um, we have oaks

There: No chidren. Apparently children under 14 are not allowed within 20 miles of Point Reyes National Seashore
Here: Many loud children (and one sweet quiet Moomin)

There: Perfect hale hearty health
Here: Instant head cold and faucet for a nose

But I am happy to be back. Forty-eight hours is usually all I require; then I start pining for those other three parts of my soul.