Hi everybody. Welcome to another week of recovery. Man, I'm beat. It's taken me a while to recover from our trip. 21 hotel rooms and 29 days. 29 days of being in the car with 5 people. That's amazing. And you know what's even more amazing. No one farted. It was a challenge though. I've been getting the photos back and they do look amazing. When you do something like this, you feel like you're coming down after it. Everything else seems mundane and boring. I'm going back to therapy, etc., etc. I guess what I'm saying is, I miss our road trip. One interesting thing I notice is, from being tired and having anxiety, etc., I'm prone to getting more what I call "moments." I guess I have a little body shut down once in a while now. Maybe it's from being over tired. I don't know. All I know is, it's a drag. But I keep going to therapy and work through it. I've been painting a lot. That's been a fun outlet. And I continue to take photographs. I joked about it in the last blog, but I am planning my next project. I would like to take a ship to Europe. It's difficult to find a ship to Europe. Anyone out there know any rich girls with a yacht? It's either that or the QE 2. If anyone has any ideas, please let me know. Anyway, this is B. Nice, signing off. I'm gonna make it a short one this week, and in my other blog, have a few fashion confessions to make. See you later. Love, B. Nice (Click here for the other blog)

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