I don’t know why, but I see the next few days as healing for me. Maria and I work hard, every day, all day, and almost all of the time. We haven’t had an actual vacation in five or six years, we have figured out how to have sweet and short treks to recharge and heal and love one another in every way we can.

Our treks are really about us, we have fun wherever we go, and the Big Shot in me is a ghost now, the first-class flights and posh hotels are a memory. And I don’t miss them. I love figuring out how to get away to interesting places, talk, eat, sleep, love, read, walk and walk, take photos, find good places to eat.

But I also see the importance of pausing, I don’t care to burn out or wear out. Or to permit people to get sick of me.

And heal. We have packed up the car. The room has a kitchenette, we are bringing cereal, fruit and milk for breakfast. I am bringing two cameras, one for black and white, one for color. I will share them with you when we return on Friday morning.

It looks like sunny, chilly but comfortable days, and the ocean is always healing for me, and sustaining. My friend Scott, determined in his efforts to help me embrace Tai Chi, suggests moving in keeping with the movement of the waves. I like that idea,  I’ll try it early every morning while Maria is still asleep. I am going to try. I told him he better e-mail me some writing.

We are determined to help each other this time.

Maria needs time away from her work, she does it so intensely, she is wonderfully light and free away from it. The minute the car pulls out of the driveway, her worries and thoughts peel away and she opens herself to fun and peace of mind. I’m learning to do that myself.

We are so lucky to have each other. I am grateful every day that I never gave up on love.

I’m bringing the three books above, I am reading all three at once and loving them all. One is about the life of a New York City police officer, the second is about the intelligence of animals, the third about the fascinating bond between George Washington and the man who betrayed him and his cause, Benedict Arnold. That should keep me occupied.

I am bringing my Iphone to listen to “Hamilton,” the  music of the play and Beyonce’s new “Lemonade” album. I will have some lobster and crabmeat, maybe every day.

We will not be gone long enough for me to read all of these book and listen to all of this music, but I will give it a shot. i have a restless mind, it is never still anywhere, and it can cover a lot of ground in three days. I’ll give the blog a rest, but I will miss it, and also miss my remarkable new kind of community. I am lucky to have it, and I know it. See you Friday.