I am just doing some last-minute packing for a trip to Rochester Minnesota. I am going for work to the Mayo Clinic where I will learn all about how to run a tobacco cessation clinic…thrilling, I know. While I am there, I plan to do a lot of yoga after the sessions because I will be really stir crazy, eat at a lot of good restaurants, read lots of blogs to pass the time, and finish a work paper that I have been working on for quite some time.
Harley is very sad that I am leaving.
While I am gone, Nathan and Harley will be holding down the fort. There will be lots of doggie walks, going to the park, maybe visiting Harley’s sister at the in-laws, and general fun things going on without me. So sad.
For the record, I hate to travel. I have my Dramamine in my bag just waiting to go, and I am already anxious to have this trip done so I can come home.
What are your thoughts on traveling…good…bad…indifferent?