12 hours in Frenchtown

we're having some fun 🙄

We left Cape Cod yesterday afternoon and we're heading back as I type. It's raining with heavy traffic to match my heavy mood. My husband takes this kind of shit in stride, so he's not giving me any grief, no, all my grief is self-inflicted.

I'm one of those people who checks and rechecks every closet, every drawer, to make sure I haven't forgotten anything. And I did that yesterday, more than typical because we were there for12 days, with the exception of the little bedside table's tiny drawer which is where my medications were. I mean are.

Medications I take daily and need. Neither UPS or FedEx could guarantee I would have them before Monday so we have to drive back to get them.

I have a scan Monday that I was already stressed about and if I don't take one of the meds there's no scan. I've already delayed it by two weeks with my oncologist's approval, but still, I need to do it asap. So we're driving back to the Cape, getting the meds and then heading home. An extended road trip.🙃

I'm bummed I won't get to see Suleika’s show, it closes in a few days. We plan on returning next month for a long weekend. The area is beautiful if you go for bucolic scenery, and I do. It's also just a six hour drive (unless I forget something) and the autumn color should be great based on what I'm seeing.

In the scheme of things this drive-a-thon is nothing. The scan is something, NED would be an outstanding something, opening my studio is something, what we do here on Substack is something, etc. Those are the things I'll try my damnedest to focus on while stuck in traffic on I-95 Just between us, my biggest fear at this moment is I didn't leave them, that they are in the car (!) but we unpacked most everything, and i have no memory of taking them out of the drawer so they should be there - knock wood.

Trips can turn on a dime just like real life.