My brain wants to take a vacation.
How do I know?
My fingers won’t even talk to me.
Some days, the fingers fly furiously across the keyboard and I wonder, “What’s going to happen next?”
That’s when writing is fun.
Where would I go on vacation?
Anyplace under the altitude of 3000 feet that isn’t swamp land. A place that has a lovely view of the mountains, doesn’t allow music to be played at a rock-band decibel, and doesn’t require a snowsuit in July.
I’d love one of those yearly train passes where you can go anywhere you want.
The only thing preventing me from my dream vacation is a condition I like to call “a chronic out-of-money experience.”
That — and the train route:
Here’s a fun activity, kids: Find the fastest route from North Florida to Atlanta.
I’ll save you the trouble:
- Florida to North Carolina. Change trains.
- NC to Raleigh. Change trains.
- Raleigh to Atlanta.
If you can get a connecting train the same day, it’s a 2-day trip.
Until my fingers are once again talking to my brain, I’ll be doing this…
…in my dreams.