Naturally I don’t post for two weeks after all my pitiful whining in my last entries. To wrap it up, I was sick for a week longer, and just as I was suspecting strep throat, it all went away suddenly. So I’m feeling much better now.
So yes, I leave for Baltimore tonight for three wonderful, glorious East Coast days where there is an actual ocean, and a best friend, and a theatre production and so many wonderful things I am practically singing with excitement. I am especially looking forward to seeing K., as I haven’t seen her since August of 2001. And then there are the two plane rides, in which I cannot work or surf or do anything except spend five luxurious hours thinking, reading, writing, sleeping – whatever I want. I haven’t flown since last year, so hopefully it hasn’t changed much from how I remember it then. I know not to expect a meal, at least, but it doesn’t matter because I have a Clif bar. Yum.
Tomorrow night, I get to see a production of “Picnic” by William Inge, with K. as the younger sister. I can’t wait. For any of it.