Apparently my retailers missed me. Receiving this email gave me pause. I think I would rather take a flight to Italy and shop there – not anytime soon, however.
Here I was thinking I was acclimating quite nicely when I walked into my class this morning. The first words out of the receptionist’s mouth – “Boy, you look tired!” I wasn’t quick enough to respond, “Don’t I always?” That would have been handy to know – when I don’t look tired.
Ah, the small price to pay for travel. The harder price is being away from your loved ones for so long. I’m happy my little pups remembered us when we returned. My three-year old even commented on the number of days we were gone. Was she counting? I assume so. Her math whiz mother is a fine instructor. I’m also happy I remembered how to bid at bridge, though I think I did a lousy job of it. Now, to recall what it was I was going to do before I left? I know I wrote a note to myself last month.
Today’s travel? My discombobulated desk drawers. That will suffice.
