Four weeks blossomed into six, than eight, and before I knew it, three months had passed. Yep, that’s how long Jimmy and I have been home. Fortunately my blog rarely keeps pace with my travels.
First it was Jimmy’s cataract surgery, one eye at a time. Six weeks later, it was my aching back, undoubtedly due to all that steam I worked off in the gym, restless to return to “a place called roam” (literally). Note to self: no more dead lifting 170 pounds! Five weeks of physical therapy three times a week, and you have the highlights of our staycation! Although my physical therapist did make the trip very worthwhile; she's a gem!
I’m calling the last three months a staycation, because this is a travel blog and the two are remotely related; besides, running away was not an option, although only after much consideration. I won’t bore you further with the details of that trip. There is hope on the horizon; we fly away from this self-imposed staycation in twelve days!
Suffice it to say, I’ve had plenty of time to dwell on the pitfalls of inertia. I could go on ad nauseum with the slightest bit of coaxing, but I’ve opted to salvage our relationship at this point in my diatribe by keeping it short and sweet.
Here's a treat for being such a good listener!
First it was Jimmy’s cataract surgery, one eye at a time. Six weeks later, it was my aching back, undoubtedly due to all that steam I worked off in the gym, restless to return to “a place called roam” (literally). Note to self: no more dead lifting 170 pounds! Five weeks of physical therapy three times a week, and you have the highlights of our staycation! Although my physical therapist did make the trip very worthwhile; she's a gem!
I’m calling the last three months a staycation, because this is a travel blog and the two are remotely related; besides, running away was not an option, although only after much consideration. I won’t bore you further with the details of that trip. There is hope on the horizon; we fly away from this self-imposed staycation in twelve days!
Suffice it to say, I’ve had plenty of time to dwell on the pitfalls of inertia. I could go on ad nauseum with the slightest bit of coaxing, but I’ve opted to salvage our relationship at this point in my diatribe by keeping it short and sweet.
Here's a treat for being such a good listener!
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