Formerly The Brown Bungalow, this blog has changed names to reflect my new location in the deep South. We are leaving the Columbines for Magnolias; donating wooly socks to buy sandals; pouring out the hot beverages to sip iced tea; and building sand castles instead of snowmen.
In addition to my real life at The Brown Bungalow, there is my imaginary home in the town of Whistlestop, somewhere deep in the high mountains where I own and operate a Bed and Breakfast with Grandad Bear. In the past few days a new chapter was added to the story.
My neck was stiff and a shooting pain tensed my upper back muscles. It felt like I hadn’t moved in weeks. While I would have liked nothing better than to forget my “to do list” and run away to a spa with steamy hot springs bubbling out of the earth and a menu of grilled salmon with crispy potatoes, I absolutely could not get away. Not now, anyway.