We had to go into town yesterday as the propane was getting low. It was a matter of now or a few days from now. I dread going into town. Wish I didn’t feel that way. I have to psyche myself up for it a day in advance. We leave around 9 a.m. After hitting the three stores, the post office, getting the propane, filling water jugs and a stop at the auto parts store I swung by The Little Free Library then stepped inside the thrift store to check on books. I found myself thinking to myself I’m not into this turned and walked out. I just wanted to get back home (so did Beans). Each time these ventures into town, do errands and get back home takes three hours. Never seems to vary.
There is no place like home.