Oh no—I looked up and saw it was February 8th. So? I leave a month from today—and I don’t think I’ll be ready. I’m really enjoying my time here—of course, I realize that I’m on vacation and all the realities are still in Houston. And fortunately, no “realities” have affected me here so far. I can still walk; I haven’t fallen down these winding stairs (wondered last night how they’d get a stretcher up to the old guy living on the 5th (American 6th) floor…); my knees don't hurt; I haven’t gotten sick. Now I'm challenged to see everything and do all that I planned before I run out of time.
The next renter who was expected on the day I leave has postponed her visit. So Adrian says she’ll make me a good deal if I want to stay longer. It’s tempting but the biggest “reality” awaits me on the 9th. My HAIR appointment!! Life is grand and I can always come back!
