We were kind of pathetic.  We took a truly shocking number of naps.  And when we finally got up to go somewhere, we would spend the car ride whining to each other about how long it had been since we had laid down.  Sometimes it had been hours.  Hours!  And maybe we should just go back and lay down again?  I think that were it not for the threat of starving to death, we might not have gone anywhere at all.  We tried to go to a movie, but they switched it out for something else, which completely befuddled us and we had to go back to the room to rest and recover.  Wild stuff.  I may be exaggerating a little about our level of inactivity, but only a little.  Unless laying in a whirlpool tub constitutes activity.  Or those 15 minutes in the sauna, before racing off to the ill-fated movie.  Those three and a half days were all just recovery.  I think we needed a whole second vacation before we could muster up the energy to actually do stuff.

We didn’t see the sun the entire time we were there.  It rained a lot.  Every day was dark and grey, wet and chill.  The very sort of weather we seem to have brought home with us.  Only now we’ve got a bit of snow too.  It snowed today.  I am so not impressed.  I brought two pretty dresses that I never have an excuse to wear and the zippers  on both of them broke and I didn’t get to wear either!  The one day that we did get motivated and up and out early, keen for an island adventure, we were gone for 7 hours and manged a grand total of 45 minutes on said island, approximately 40 minutes of which were spent looking for a bathroom, that evidently didn’t exist.  You can just imagine the nap we needed after that one.  And yet, yet….I didn’t make a single meal the entire time.  And we didn’t wash a single dish, not one!  No one came crying to me about being hungry (though Steve may have been close that one day).  I didn’t break up any fights or find any lost shoes.  I slept a lot, and managed to put on make up twice.  And not a single person that I saw, the entire time we were away, made farting noises with their armpit and giggled.  And it is the first time that I can say that combination of things about any three day span in the last 13+ years.  In other words, it was pretty darn dreamy.

All the same, it’s good to be home.  When Steve left bed this morning, I blew him a kiss, which Rosebud, who must have stirred without us realizing it, immediately echoed, before curling up in a nest of pillows and blankets with me.  Yup, life is good.