Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Itchy Feet (not literally)

In the Spring (and the fall, winter and summer), I tend to get itchy feet. I want to pack up and head out with Erick and Sophia. It's a chronic condition. Maybe because it's Fat Tuesday and I miss NOLA. Maybe it's because January and February always seem to drain the life out of me. Who knows.

In summary, I'd rather be here:

I don't necessarily want to be in NOLA today because I think actual Mardi Gras might actually taint it for me. I like a reasonable amount of debauchery, but let's not take it too far.

I can't wait till we're all doing this.

But honestly, if I have to stay bundled up, I'd at least like to have a nice view.

I need help.


  1. Think of it as giving up travels for Lent. Courageous!

  2. Only our Lent is at least 12 months, not 40 days with a respite on Sundays.

  3. I'm giving up alcohol for Lent, so I think that's enough courage!

  4. My feet stay itchy - and not because they're dirty! :o) I would travel every single day if I could - even ones like today when it was 12 hours from the time I got to the airport until I got home.