The rest of Tuesday, then Wednesday, then Thursday I go home. I'm not counting the days because I'm not enjoying myself. I'm counting the days because I can be in my own kitchen and my own bedroom.

The weather has been wonderful, and I've gone out for a walk or two every day. I may have mentioned that it's impossible to look in any direction and see a "bad" scene. I continue to enjoy every view.

The stars! Oh my! The stars! The Big Dipper looks so close that I could believe that a Southwest Airlines plane could fly right through the constellation. I may have seen more stars at night in Baja California, but I haven't been there in many years. Wish I could take night pictures with my camera. But I'll just have to do with my memory of the night sky here.

Megan works nights, so I sleep in her room when she's at work. However, I have to remember to take everything that I'm going to need for the day out of the room before she goes to sleep. Twice I had to sneak into her room to get something, and I managed to do that without her so much as twitching. The cat did perk up his ears.

It isn't that her bed isn't comfortable. It's just that it isn't my bed. It isn't that I can't take full advantage of her kitchen. I'm just not all that familiar with where she keeps things. My daughter is most considerate of my need to keep kosher. She even carefully shopped for food that has a hechsher, and kashered a space on the kitchen counter. Rena and I tried to occupy the same space this morning, and it didn't work out very well.

Y'know what? I think I'll go take a walk. There are all those gorgeous trees and other flora just waiting for my admiration.

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