See these people kissing on the beach? They’re in Key West.

I just returned from a very chilly walk in Ohio, and the church bells ringing the six o’clock hour somehow made me think of travel. Maybe it’s the movie I just watched about Paris.

I’m about to put on my swimsuit and dash onto our back porch where a hot tub for two is always 102 degrees. My dog usually sits faithfully next to the hot tub. That reminds me of Steinbeck traveling all across the United States with his dog Charley.

What’s happening here? February wanderlust. I’ve been so strong, but it hit me like a ton of bricks today. Maybe I can blame my mother. I called her earlier and she was making a puzzle with a picture of a great vacation spot in Virginia. She’d just finished her Arizona puzzle. I was afraid to ask what state was up next. This is, apparently, a hereditary condition.

My husband got the oil changed in his truck today and there’s money left in our bank account this week. I could be packed in eight minutes if anyone would just say the word…