Hope arrives in April.

I am taking Dr. Fauci’s words of a coming “return to normal” to heart. (If I’ve got to pin my hopes to a stranger, the guy wearing a Nationals mask will always get my vote.)

So, what will return with Hope?

Travel.

For a monkish nut, I do put the mileage on.

To start, little, tiny trips to everywhere is what I have in mind.

Where first?

That is the question I’m giving my OCD gremlin for Thanksgiving.

Lose yourself in the trivial planning, my old friend! (Just be back home by April.)

Until tomorrow…

Chloe