My random reading of other people's journals, whether DW or LJ, plus an ativan to counter a late evening Pepsi, has left me with a new dream- living in England with a partner who drives, and on weekends tootling about to various spots of interest, however one defines interest- old houses, old churches, stately homes, small villages: just about anything except mountains. Though since living in England is currently as unlikely as a serious introvert acquiring a partner at 68, I might as well posit that both my arthritis and my acrophobia have become non-issues and I could indeed hike five miles up some Northumberland tor or Welsh mountain..

Travel, with an agreeable companion. Pipe dream indeed.