Follow the flounncing ball
The stars aligned just right, the planets were in orbit apropos, and the credit limit on one of my *sharp intake of breath* four credit cards was magically increased last night. Just in time for my trip to San Diego. I happened to call to check on my balance when the honey-sweet automated voice responded not with a one digit number to the question of my available credit, but rather three. I immediately rushed out to by gin and English muffins, and dared not call back lest they changed their minds.
Although it’s not exactly spring break in Ibiza, I do hope a trip back to southern Cali will somewhat deflate the ballooning sense of restlessness I’ve been feeling for sometime. I suppose it’s natural: you grow up, graduate from college, get a real job, then settle in to a sort of routine that makes the days drag by while the years whip by. Sure, there are some speed bumps you encounter and side streets you take to sort of break the monotony, but what you really need is a nice, long scenic detour every once in awhile. Put yourself in a totally different environment with totally different people.
