Yesterday I woke in Seattle.
Had lunch in Portland.
And slept in San Francisco.
Today I watched myself on CNN from a hotel lobby in San Francisco.
Attended a Memorial Service in San Diego.
And am now updating my blog from SF airport as I await a pickup from the hugmobile.
Tomorrow, Iâ€™ll attend SF Decom and the Hug Tour will continue.
I didnâ€™t check any luggageâ€¦but I still feel like something was lost.
Or perhaps it was just some shifting in the overhead compartment.
The depth of love and loss and motion and travel over the last few days has been dizzying.
Of course, that light-headedness could be from my own smell.
Or my diet.
Iâ€™ve been surviving on baked goods and coffee.
Highway living certainly doesnâ€™t encourage water drinking.
Iâ€™m drinking about 1/8 the amount of water I drink at home.
And I pee 1/8 as often, too. Of course, when I do, it is the color of egg yolk and smells like Starbucks.
And my â€œno more meatâ€ declaration hasnâ€™t helped things. Iâ€™ve realized I donâ€™t have much of a backup eating plan. So except for cookies, cheese, and bean burritos, Iâ€™ve had trouble finding food on the road.
Iâ€™m not sure if this is a very healthy lifestyle. At least Iâ€™m not exercising or bathing! Itâ€™s no wonder â€œTrucker Physiqueâ€ is rarely used as a compliment.
But through all the smells and stomach crampsâ€¦I still feel like the tour is right.
The sadness of my friendâ€™s death is hard to fathom, but Iâ€™m glad there was a day break in the tour so I could fly to SD and not cancel any tour dates.
Another less-than-pleasant lesson from Huggy: We must persevere. We must keep on.
Even in the wake of sadness, we must embrace hope and find our smiles.
I plan on saying something in Jakeâ€™s honor at Mondayâ€™s hug. Hopefully Iâ€™ll eat a salad, too.