Thoughts at the end of the road....

7:30am after a restful sleep at the Silver Spur. Dog up only once in the night to woof at boogie men. Will be back home today. And work tomorrow. Ugh! Have to admit I really really like this vacation thing...."drift with the winds, follow the sun, let your heart be your guide, act on a whim, look over the next mountain".....you get the idea. I enjoy the adventure and the novelty of whatever happens next. Meeting people. Seeing sights. Eating different foods. Not working! I could very easily get used to this lifestyle. Thirty years ago I was able to do this as a lifestyle with my travel nursing gigs. Guess I'll have to wait for retirement now!

I also enjoy writing and sharing these experiences. Those years ago, pre-computer age, I wrote letters. Often not to anyone in particular but to close friends I thought might appreciate the sharing. Traveling alone, I would sit in restaurants or bars and write. I often commented that pen and paper were always good company. Now, with the magic of the internet, I can share with everyone! Not quite as personal between me and the recipent in the past but nice to know I may now have a larger audience. Graduating from sending out bulk emails to anyone I thought would be interested, now I blog, forcing/allowing my friends/readers to be proactive if they care/desire to keep up. The disadvantage for me is I don't know who is actually reading. Like any writer I receive a certain amount of stoked ego knowing people read, or indeed care, about what I write. But on the personal side, my writing is also just for me. My thoughts, my experiences. No longer on paper, this electronic log will be my journal.

I am curious, however, who does read this. An occasional comment or email pat on the head is encouraging and always appreciated. I would love to have a visit counter attached. Any of you bloggers out there know how to do that? Of course that could prove disappointing if I discover no one actually reads my drivel.

Bad in room coffee gone. Herman out taking Sarah for a walk. Obama on Wall St. Time to pack and move on.......