The best bed is your own. We have been away for a couple of days, and I am once again reminded that the goodest part of any trip is getting back to familiarity. Never mind the dirty laundry, trying to get over the sense of 'jet lag', copious amounts of junk food that replaced decent, regular, healthy eating, multiple stops at various conveience stores for 'relief' (and another drink, which requires more stops!): good to be at home.
It was a quick trip to Pensacola to visit family. And good to see people we seldom do. Weather was beautiful, beaches as pretty as the travel advertising, so I bought, wrote and sent all the postcards I had stamps to mail. If we had been better organized we could have gotten into the NAS there in time to see the Blue Angels precision flight team practicing early in the day... but as we were on 'vacation' (or whatever you would call a trip away from home by people who have no reason to return other than dirty laundry and hungry cats), we were slow getting going.
I believe the oil will inevitably hit the white sands of the Florida panhandle. The motel where we stayed was a location for a contractor who provides 'haz-mat' training, and we saw lots of people with plastic bags out on cordoned off beaches. So Sad. It will take years for the Gulf coast to fully recover, if ever the wildlife, landscape, enviornment does completely rid itself of man-made destructive influences.
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