Do you ever want to run away from your life? Your ‘precious, human life,’ as the Dalai Lama reminds us…? Leave the whiney dogs that will NOT go outside when it rains, the cats that throw up in front of your chair, the laundry that needs washing then folding, the dishwasher — new as it is — that needs filling then putting away… All the things (and even people) you normally find wonderful?

I’m dreaming of a small flat. Some whereI know the city, and wouldn’t even need my beloved roadster. Somewhere I could go out to eat every day, including breakfast, and always know the coffee would be great.

Because today is a deep blue day — as blue as the Blue Ridge mountains when I took this picture. No reason, other than vestiges of flu, and a day my grandmother would assure you was ‘dreary.’ Usually that doesn’t bother me. But today?

It does. And I have no solution other than to breathe deep and come through the other side. Although sometimes homemade chicken noodle soup helps, too…