Kage Baker was fond of charabancs and road trips. She was especially prone to them when she was depressed or otherwise down – stumped on a story, overwhelmed with angst over the suicidal decline of the panda bear, furiously hunting for a beach somewhere North of Gorda that she hadn’t seen since we were in grammar school …
I would love to go a-journeying right now. But I have some commitments to honour, and it’s a holiday weekend coming up (which means my family panics at the idea of me on the road) and I am tired. So I am going traveling in my head.
Following a rite from childhood, I am going to curl up and read for a couple of days. Just read. The Highway in my head is beckoning, and I am going to answer the call. It’s a thing I haven’t done in over a year.
I’ll be in and out, Dear Readers, and back altogether in a couple of days. But right now, Scout Finch is calling me (start with the classics, I always say) and then I have a new book on the 1906 San Francisco Earthquake, and one on the human genome – portraits of each pair of chromosomes, in detail and one by one! That’s as good as a year’s worth of celebrity dish, that is. I have nectarines and pluots and Better Cheddar crackers and lots of chocolate and Mullah’s coffee – I’m rich beyond the dreams of avarice!
Thanks for your indulgence – see you all in a few days!
Happy Journeys! Enjoy.
Buen viaje! Can I recommend re-reading Kim if you get through your chosen reading matter before the end of the holiday? It’s one of my favorite books for mental travel.
And remember, it’s okay to pick up the hitchhikers in your head.