And Back to Viola Davis I Go. Taking Advantage in a Lull in the Weather to Rendezvous Back to Connecticut Before Monday Night's Class

My neighbor in CT sent me a video that he snowplowed my driveway. Bonus. That will be done. I'm ready to unwind on a 4.5 hour drive, finish my Viola Davis memoir (she's quite an incredible human with an outrageous story, and ready to return to a more routined life where I'm hoping for a better yer of self-care. I do hate to leave the chaos of parental care on Amalfi Drive, as I do love providing as much as I can, but the panic of the winner session has been sneaking up on me. Max and I did, however, submit the latest round of revision for an EJ article. It's in their hands again...same as the Ger Duany book chapter out for publication. 

I laugh that I bring a whole basket of clothes every time I come home, but I typically end up wearing one or two casual outfits and don't get to the week's worth I bring just in case. The same is true for the optimism in my book reads...I brought four with me and only got to two. 

Karal, though, is in need of new toys as the ones she brought with her are pretty much chewed up and destroyed 

It will be a return to a sugarless home, without cookies and treats in every corner, nor a need to grab something fried to feed the family. Back to vegetables and fruit...legumes...and everything else that won't cause acid reflux. 

And I should admit, I have enjoyed Level Up, the floor to floor holiday baking channel with Chef Ramsey. It's interesting to see how all make do with the ingredients the get on the floors they're placed (and last nice they had to operate all three...I'd go insane). 

Here's to safe travels and a mindless trip. One can hope, can't he?