The masks, fins, snorkels and wetsuits have been thoroughly cleansed and hang drying in the laundry room in silent testimony of ocean adventures. The souvenirs have been sorted and distributed in remembrance far away lands. And all the photos have been uploaded to the server awaiting editing and a story teller.
I'm tired and sputtering with a cold that was probably caught on a plane as we made our way home from the exotic to the ordinary. I think I'll take a little more time to savour my return to ordinary time, rather than launching myself head first into every day. I'm going to try to ignore the exponential growth of a To Do list - winter's belated departure has uncovered a debris field where lawns and garden are meant to be; welcome warmth and sunshine have incited windows and screens to cry out for cleaning; and, then there's a wedding in just 96 days and this mother of the bride needs a dress and shoes (What? I can't wear my running shoes?) and patience.
But first, this old girl needs to recover from her vacation.
Then lose 10 pounds.
Then write a travel blog.
Then complete the first draft of the memoir.
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