My sons are going camping soon. My husband (and the soon-to-depart garage apartment dwellers) will be staying home to take care of pets and garden. I have been urged to go camping.
I’d love to, I admit. But my back is acting up and (presumed) allergy related gut issues plague me to remind me (apparently?) that getting old is not for sissies. So I doubt I will go.
But the idea of trees overhead, elk in view, no television, no news – no horrible preponderance of stories about people murdering their own children in various ways would be such a relief about now. No more stupidities spouted by Der Trumpenfuhrer for a while!
To just see woods, wind, water…
Maybe I will just take a news break HERE in place for a time?