Pittsburgh

We're in Pittsburgh. We came up for the weekend. We're staying until Monday.

Tonight, we're eating at a sports bar. It's so nice to be able to travel again. I used to get what I call "traveling disease," which is complete disorientation somtimes mixed with delusions.

I don't get it any more.

We took Tommy to the zoo. He loved the fish.

It's nice to get away. Just lying around doing nothing. Napping.

Steve just asked if the sports bar has "cubans." Cuban sandwiches we get in Tampa.

I wanted all of my blog entries to deal specifically with bipolar illness, but this one is kind of breaking the mold. It's kind of a mismash.

Maybe it's because I'm on vacation.

The good thing is: no signs of traveling disease!