Another Recovery Day

I spent the day indoors, trying to get my body to stop aching. In the afternoon I took a nap.

The AirBnB owner came by to chat, and when I asked about food he volunteered to give me a ride to the local restaurant up the road, and waited in the car while I grabbed my phone-in meal.  What a great guy! Along the way we chatted about work and travel schedules.  He said he wanted to visit the US some time.  I said he could stay in my spare room if he ever visited San Francisco.

He asked about my journey and I talked a little about Iceland and Denmark, and how I had managed to negotiate a chunk of remote work.  He said that getting time off to travel was a very different situation in the Faroe Islands:  “If you want time off, you just go to your boss and say, ‘I want to take three months off,’ and your boss will nod, and off you go.”

Matt

I had no idea you were out there! Aren’t those the islands off the West Coast, off San Francisco?

Me

Uh…

Matt

The ones we dumped a ton of radioactive nuclear waste around? Or am I… I think I’m mixing that up.

Me

That would be the Farallon Islands, my friend.

Matt

Yeah, isn’t that what you said? Oh the Faroe islands. Right. Now where in the hell are those?

Me

Usually they’re just south of a big swirly vortex of cold wind.

In the evening I watched more brainless Marvel entertainment: “Thor” and part of “The Avengers.” There were whole middle sections of both movies I’d completely forgotten.  After that I stayed up much later than I expected, writing short emails to catch up with friends and workmates.

As I settled into the bed I could feel my mind scratching at the old relationship question again, like a dog digging around an old burrow, asking, “What do I want in a partner now, given that I’ve turned down so many different kinds of people over these last few years?”

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