Bed

I love going on vacation, I really do. In fact it is why I work so that I can take the family on vacation and get a little or a lot of relaxation and rest and fun. There is, however, nothing quite like sleeping on and in my own bed after said romps throughout the western hemisphere. (I have limited my statement to the "western hemisphere" because that, so far, is the only area in which we have traveled but I hope to rectify that someday.) It is good to be back. I got to bed on time, got up a little early but that's okay and just waited for my alarm to go off. It's nice to be there between awake and asleep and let my mind to into free association without thinking anything in particular and just let my mind roam (it gets lost occasionally and that is scary) wherever it wants to go. Had a good walk, got back to my old place, where we once had an office, but it was slow going on the way back but not really because it was about the same time frame that I had done before leaving on vacation. I don't know, the return trip felt slower than the trip there but the time was the same. Weird. Work was a catch-up day. I had to address 139 e-mails. I hate being away but I love being away. My oldest daughter and her family are coming out in a couple of weeks. I am so excited to see them and hug and kiss them. Exciting. My youngest daughter is away at girls' camp. She got home Sunday and took off yesterday. I miss her. Took my oldest single daughter back to school after work yesterday. I hope I am done mega-driving for a couple of days but I doubt it because of the way my job is right now. Anyway, it's good to be home, it's good to be walking again and it is wonderful to be able to sleep and rest in my own bed!