That tropical photo last week referred to a 3-day vacation that The Weatherman and I "won" at a charity auction. It was one of those silent auctions and we scribbled down an offer to get the bidding going. It turned out ours was the winning bid.
It's amazing how much you can get out of a long weekend when you are away from home. Like most people, our weekends are taken up with household chores and general catch-up from the previous week. Instead, we were plunked down into the middle of a resort, with nothing to do but play. We swam, snorkeled (despite the effects of Hurricane Tomas whipping up the water into mighty swells), slept, and ate pounds of fresh mahi mahi.
Yesterday afternoon was a blur of airplane travel and connections, complete with at least one obnoxiously drunk passenger, a vicious battle for overhead baggage space and considerable turbulence. All worth it, especially as I look out and see the grey sky and the last leaves blowing off the trees. It was like getting an inoculation right before winter sets in.
Goal of the week - finish Chapter Six.