Back to Reality

I'm home. And I'm trying to be happy about it. I'm usually the kind of person who loves a week of vacation and then am ready to get back to my own space and routine, but I was not ready this time. I could have had this vacation go on and on. It was fabulous, really. Not a darn thing to complain about. Bits and pieces of my report will come later, I'm sure. I just wanted to document that I'm alive and back in Phoenix doing my best to resume normal life with my two littles who are suffering from attention withdrawals after being cuddled, kissed, held and played with constantly for a week.

I can say I feel a bit rejuvinated and able to face this last week of business stuff. Although reality is tough... I ate like a queen with a full and healthy meal three times a day without having to think about it. It was delightful and delicious. My kitchen is awfully depressing... there is no fresh fish here, no chef to cook it for me, no shrimp of any variety... I know, life is so so tough. So we'll make do with stir fry tonight and after I sort through our million and two pictures, I'll post a terrific review of paradise. A huge thanks to mom and dad who made the week possible and so wonderful. I needed it, and I surely enjoyed it.