Another Cancelled Trip

 Back in the day when I was just imagining widowhood, I thought I'd immediately fly to Italy and spend a week in Venice just wandering around.  That imagining occurred way back in 2016, when I didn't know what the Universe or God or what-the-fuck-ever had in store for me.

I thought I wanted to go to New York City next week.  Once again, it turns out I don't.  I'm feeling like I can't manage anymore travel until April.  And it would be too sad to be in NYC without Will, even though I've done it before.  I'm still crying too much everyday.

So once again I cancelled.  I'm sad that I'm cancelling Winston's vacation too, but I think I'll give his carer some money just to say, "Sorry." 

I'm right now stuck in Eugene because the passes are thick with snow.  This morning, after my sister left for work, I went to Les Schwab to buy chains for the rental car and then to Fred Meyers to buy a blanket and a winter car kit.  I was planning to try and drive over today but a quick check of trip check has dissuaded me. I'll stay one more night here and then try tomorrow.

I'm feeling very old and tired and sad. 

Fortunately, the Mitzi and Winston Show is providing some entertainment.