Is it my Mind, Body, Soul, or Spirit

that is still dragging ass over the North Atlantic?

I am back in the States this week after spending five months in Scotland. I have moved from a soaking wet, Heather-coated, moss-covered wet sponge to an overly used empty brown paper bag-looking terrain of crinkly dryness. I completely forgot about static cling. After five months of drinking out of the tap, I’m back to bottled water and reverse-osmosis …