The odometer reports that we have traveled over 2900 miles in the past 2+ weeks. Twenty-nine hundred miles of non-stop togetherness, anathema to an introvert.
We have taken the opportunity of cross-country driving to connect with long-distance family and friends. But as we approached our final rendezvous on this journey, I could feel the anxiety. “I need to be alone,” I told my husband.
What has happened to my body?
Sitting in a vehicle hurtling down the highways and byways of the Midwest, eating local not-so-healthy food, confined by inclement weather to hotel rooms, the body takes on the tone of Jabba the Hutt. An out of shape body is a lethargic body.
In response to the physical and social demands, I have been sleeping quite well.
Staying in place
We are now isolating in Chicago in SD’s garden level guest room, awaiting the birth of a grandchild. The silence relaxes me as I pursue my routine. I am glad to have an excuse to stay home.