I usually don't weave in the evening, because usually by the time the evening news comes on, I'm beat.
But occasionally, I do retreat to the studio. I play guitar and violin acoustics on Pandora, and I weave.
This is my happy place.
My little corner of the world.
The rhythm of throwing the shuttle soothes me.
Every now and then I think about traveling. The pull of other places stirs my soul.
There are a few places in the world that really interest me, places that I would like to see.
Truth is though, I haven't been in an airplane since my Chiari surgery 5 years ago. I have no idea what my head will feel like 30,000 ft up.
Although the headache of the last two weeks has been so ferocious, I can't imagine that flying could be any worse.
But then do you want to be thousands of miles from your comfort zone, with a slamming head.
Maybe I'll just dream of faraway places, and do a lot of Google earth.
My comfort zone gets dearer and dearer to me.