Caught the Light Just Right & Even If It's a New Year, I'm Starting the Day Just Like I Tried To End the Last One...Flying to See Chitunga

This morning is the last chance I have for meeting Chitunga for the New Year, albeit a shortened trip and full of the insanity of flying these days. I have a booked flight to New Orleans (yes, I know yesterday's headlines) early in the morning and have reserved a parking space at the Airport, too. I'd rather get myself there than to burden someone else. Of course, last night, the temperatures dropped and the heavy winds began (which won't end until tonight at 11 p.m.). This is the Eeyore cloud I travel with, and this time I don't want to put others out to help me get back to the original plan. 

New Year's Day was productive, as I worked on syllabi, cleaned, did some shopping, walked the dog, reorganized for travel, put a few stray Christmas items away, and let myself rest in calm for the new year Of course, we all know the new year is coming in with zest and drama.

On a good note, the morning light hit the bay window and lightened up two photos on my corner table...on Karal and Chitunga...that was probably the highlight of day one of 2025. 

And so, I'm off to the airport once again. I'm either going to make it and enjoy a few days with the kid, or we're going to scrap it up to The Great Whatever as a trip that was never meant to be. I could pitch this post as an emblem for a new year, but it truly is a carry over of last year, which is the culmination of many years, so I'm not putting a time stamp on it...just evidence that life is life.

Roll with it, we must. Here I go, once again.