Savannah is such a peaceful little city. The Spanish moss reminds me of my years in Tallahassee, another lovely, peaceful little city. Or at least it was in the 1970s.

It’s a mellow few days here, strolling around, eating good food and doing a bit of retail therapy. We had dinner last night at the Olde Pink House. Spectacular food and one of the waitresses sang a few numbers to her table. A rich, soulful version of Georgia on My Mind, then I Will Always Love You & one other song, I can’t remember which.

The weather is humid, overcast and in the lows 70s. Nice strolling weather. I’m so relaxed I’m barely connected with reality right now. In fact, at breakfast I accidentally poured syrup into my coffee instead of cream. (They were both in china pitchers, so it was easy to mistake it. It’s just that even though it poured out a brown color, I continued.)

Yes, relaxation is a very good thing.

It’s a little hard to connect with the reality that I have no income after March 31. But I think it would be wise to connect with that idea soon.

Tomorrow is St. Patrick’s Day and things will be wild here. I’m resting up for that.