Leaving again.

This morning Mowmy and I were eating rambutans and tossing the seeds out the window into the heliconia grove in the garden; tomorrow there will be CC and the kid, the water and the winter sun, and maybe a Cheesymite Scroll for breakfast. If I have my wits about me after an overnight flight, I might even remember to pick up a box of Krispy Kremes at the airport.

I want to be excited about traveling tonight, but I’m too lethargic right now. I don’t know what it is, if it’s the warm, still afternoon or the post-lunch loginess or just that indefinable weirdness that always accompanies a travel, but there’s a malaise...just a malaise. Last night I flopped on Mowmy’s bed and said: “I’m tired and whiny, I’m tired and whiny, I’m tired and whiny.” To which she said, “Go and eat your calcium tablet.” My mother, the non-sequitur.

Each little voyage I’ve been taking lately seems like one more in a long line of little voyages. And all this traveling is fun and all, but I feel like I’ve been leaving for a long time now.

The thing is, it’d be nice to arrive somewhere and just be able to sit for a bit.