Enga mellom fjella

Reaching the limit...

...not!

me:

I thought there was a numerical limit on number of blog entries. Apparently not! However, there is a 4 mb limit. I'm nowhere near that. So... one less thing to think about. I'm good for many-a-year.

Only 21 WDC visitors this month. Could be better... back in the Days of Blogville the number of visitors was astounding. Of course, there were more people blogging and my blogs were probably more interesting. But that was way back when... before facebook, texting and so much twitter. I can't complain if my "product" isn't up to snuff. I can't complain much either if I'm not on the cutting edge of social media.

I don't text nor twitter.

In personal snews... my meds are waiting for me to pick them up. It means taking a bus there then waiting for the bus back.

INR was 2.6. (translation: I'm on rat poison and the level should be between 2 and 3). So this is good. However, the depression of not traveling is setting in on this very grey day. Even someone else's grey days (think England) would be preferable to one's own. I have fond memories of roasted parsnips.

So... can't leave for Portugal until:

1. pick up meds.
2. help with French onion soup on Monday.
3. buy tickets.
4. pack.
5. have my head examined... Portugal?

A good Queen Scarlet list of 5!

Seriously. Portugal would be possible this time of year. However... the meds... have to be checked every month. Plus, I'm just not ready. Portugal would make a nice 3 week trip and Galicia in North-west Spain could be added. A month would do me well.

Maybe I should be in no hurry. Even winter in Lisbon isn't very cold by Montana standards.

And... although it's cloudy here today there's plenty of sunshine in the forecast.

But, I still dream.

Sénégal must wait until I write something up. Dustin was to submit a proposal for funding. Much would depend on his schedule as well. January?

Time to look at tickets for Costa Rica.

So much to think about!

And how about my writing? Went to a poetry group on Tuesday night. Waiting to hear from friends about the prose I wrote in November 2011: "This and Every November" Shannon and Tom Harper got back to me in March. My cutoff date is the 20th as I want to have something printed by November 1st. Wish me luck on this one.

I have plenty to keep me busy. But Portugal beckons. Sénégal beckons. Hell, the Man on the Moon beckons...

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