It’s been awhile since I have sufficient time alone. Patricia said she thinks i am an introvert, a person who replenishes in solitude. I agree. I am running on empty lately. There are so many people around all the time. I love most of these people, but without some time on my own, I feel drained and uneasy.

Dad took us up in the mountains in his ranger rover. It was a beautiful trip with lots of snacking and napping. I kept forgetting that there was no destination to this trip, only stops, but the road itself was the trip. Isn’t this a gorgeous metaphor for life? I keep forgetting that the journey is the point of this life. 

Here’s a picture I took of the “frozen berries” up on the mountain.