Sitting At Heathrow

I’m on my way home. I’m ready. My head hurts, my shoulder hurts, my body is weary. I should be using this time to write, but even my brain feels tired. I can’t believe it, but for a while, I’m travelled out.

Even God Took a Day of Rest

After arriving in England on May 8 and running non-stop since then, today’s a day to literally stay in bed. Being six hours out of my “home” time zone, and running on fumes causes vestibular migraines. #anounzeofprevention

A Whirlwind of Travel

Since my last brain surgery March 18, I’ve been traveling; a lot. My first trip was to DC, a week trapsing around museums. I commented it was recovery by fire. Next we went to Indiana for the weekend then Springfield the following weekend. Now as this weekend winds down I’m packing for a three-week trip to Europe.I’m grateful my hydrocephalus is stable enough to allow me to do what I love.