And ever since I first spoke those words in November, I've already felt a modicum of equanimity return to me, just for knowing some relaxation was coming down the road.
There are some advantages to being married to an ever-traveling lovely husband. Between his hotel points and his airline miles and his enthusiastic spirit, he set me up quite nicely. I'm going to Puerto Rico, and I'm flying first class, baby. And I'm going: By Myself.
For the next four days, for perhaps the only four days this year, I'm top of my list. I'm all of my list.
Hasta la vista. Be back Thursday night.