I don't feel wobbly anymore. I'm actually cooking dinner again. The register at the bookstore is now balanced. (If I'd had any idea, I would not have skipped bookkeeping class oh so many years ago.)

I have absolutely nothing on my calendar for the next two days. Nothing.

I do not necessarily plan to get dressed.

I do plan to take the wreath with ice skates off the front door, remove the snowflake stickers off the glass doors, and the snow village out of the entry. In spite of the fact that we're supposed to have a high of 37 and flurries the next four days, it's Spring.

I also plan to take my time reading blogs, while drinking really good coffee, some nice praise music playing in the background. I want to know what everyone's been up to. Then I'm going to upload the 100 photos we took on vacation, crop them, etc. and find a few great ones to share with all of you.

I'm planning a post or two on our trip, and it'll take a few to cover the naked elderly couple on Orient Beach, the woman who cruised alone, the interesting people we met, breakfast from our balcony with the ocean as a front yard, there was so so much that happened.

Then next week I'm planning to come back with an announcement - big changes around here. I can just feel it all swirling around inside my head and heart.

But first, I need to find the shot of the tree filled with icky iguanas. And no, we did not photograph the sans swimsuit couple. Although my husband wanted to. Inside every grown man is a 13 year old boy screaming to be let out. xoxoxo

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