Coco took advantage of our downtime at Homolovi State Park to begin the painstaking process of tearing apart her green dino squeaky toy. It was an early Christmas gifts from her Aunties, Lisa and Julia, who live in Florida.
I’d been busy, busy, busy since finally escaping San Angelo, Texas, on Tuesday, Feb. 9. Mostly driving. My body said “Stop!” So I did. I slept much of the day.
One of the things about a long-term trip like Milkweed Memoir is that you simply can’t do something new and exciting every day. This is a life, not a vacation. You have to pace yourself. It’s more than stopping to smell the roses. Some days you just need to veg.
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PS: The squeaky toy has since been utterly destroyed.
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