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?
For a monkish nut, I do put the mileage on.
To start, little, tiny trips to everywhere is what I have in mind.
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.)