All Stef, All the Time

My TSA experience (also shared on book of face)

Stef: hands TSA agent passport.
TSA agent: come on, you're actually 35.
Stef: That is brilliant customer service. You are my new favorite person.
TSA agent. :: wink :: security lane 7 is open and no one is in line.
Stef: :-O

Holy crap. I burned all my travel karma in 10 seconds. Lane 7 had a simple X-Ray and not mm-wave system.

Several of you have a few of these on Facebook but others have not. Pictures from a visit to Goat Rock State (?) Beach in Sonoma County, California, USA.

This is about a twenty minute drive from the shack. Shocked by how close it is (roughly 13 miles.)

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Yesterday I hiked from the fog to an area if sun. This morning I drove from the sunny South Bay to a wall of fog on the Peninsula.

The sun is finally breaking through as I wait for lunch. Sitting in the window to get a bit of radiant heat and mood enhancing photons.

Traffic was very heavy - had to take a known congested route due to an early morning doctor's visit. Turned on the radio and watched the world around me. People frowning on the way to work, the haze from car exhausts mixing with the wispy fog as I drove north.

The metaphor of moving from clear to indistinct seems timely. Post Mrs. E's passing it feels like we now have space to think of what is next. AM is thinking long and hard about career (which took a back seat during her mother's long illness.)

My work is interesting though the bureaucracy is tremendous - easily the bulk of my time. I feel the call of greener pastures but that is habit energy more than anything else. An inner voice tells me to shelter in place an direct my efforts to health. Another voice whispers "practice" and there is the chorus of projects singing for priority in my brain - a plasma textbook, developing a hiking app, a consulting gig.

Seems like busy work. What to do with these days, these hours, these years, one lifetime?

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