Tying Up Loose Ends

So, I didn't walk this morning. I took my grandson to school instead, but that's OK. Tonight I have my final reflexology session with C, reflexologist and friend extraordinairre. Then dinner with another friend who had not been able to make it to my ceremony. Right now, I'm doodling around on the 'Net, waiting for some work. I should walk or yoga or do some Spanish, but really what I'd love to do is just crawl back in bed and sleep for a few hours.
I did find a decent map of the Camino, if anyone is reading this and is interested. For the readers who may not know, any word in a post that is highlighted probably has a link to another site. So if you click on the highlighted word, you should go to the link, and then can get back here by clicking your back button or arrow.
Yesterday, I bought luggage tags and a new set of eye shades. Both very important. I put on the eye shades to try them out (they are a kind of "molded" shape; I felt like a blind Zorro when I put them on!), and promptly fell asleep for 2 hours...yay, they work. Oh,did you know that in Spanish, "zorro" is fox? "Zorrillo" is skunk! We have both zorros y zorrillos in our neighborhood here. I wonder if I'll see either of them in Spain. Wow, talk about your free association!
I've pretty well created my e-mail list to update as I go along. I just have to write a nice little note to put in my backpack for those folks who are going to search it, and that'll be one more thing out of the way. So, I suppose I'd better go and get something a bit more productive done.
Adios por ahora,
Crone

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