Sometimes I feel a little, strike that, a lot home bound this time of year. It seems like when the sun goes down my day is over until the sun pops back up tomorrow. Oh yeah, its overcast, no sun today or the next, or next.
My wife has been invited to accompany our daughter and her boyfriend (my daughters boyfriend, not hers) to Europe next year. The plan is to travel some and visit another daughter that is teaching in Spain. I declined to go, I'm just not interested in a long plane ride (expensive too) to hang around with three women, and a guy. I think I'm going to try to arrange a solo sailboat trip while they are gone. You know, let the wind blow me wherever, no schedules, no one to cater to. A few books, some wine maybe even bring my bicycle in case I go ashore.
