I just couldn’t go back to Chicago.

Two days of sun in the last month in Chicago and a few sunny days in Palm Springs with friends, and every fiber of my being insisted “I can’t go back.” I CAN’T GO BACK! I’ve often THOUGHT that on vacation but never acted on it. This time I thought, “you’re almost 64, you don’t have work or anything to go back for… if not now, when?” So 4 hours before my flight, I banked my miles (thank you Southwest), found an air b&b that would allow art making (as long as I didn’t leave any paint splatter or indication that I was there!) and rented a full size Dodge Ram Truck!