I often brag about how we can, when things break our way, get from our house down to Kelly’s parent’s house in Florida in about 4 hours, door-to-door. Well, yesterday, everything seemed to break our way and we managed to make the journey, door-to-door, in just about four hours.
Of course, the weather is a little different here than it is at home. That’s not to say it was terrible at home either. It was a balmy 61 degrees yesterday in the metro-DC area. Of course, it was in the mid-80s down here, and sunny with a trade-wind like breeze blowing and carrying the scent of flowers on the air. It almost smelled like Hawaii. I put on some shorts as soon as we got here. Much of the rest of the day was pretty lazy. We went swimming. We relaxed. We went for a long walk in the evening.
In the evening, the Little Man helped decorate the Christmas tree and by the time that was done, it was well past his bedtime. He was going to be sleeping on an air mattress on the floor and that was going to be a big test, since he’s been sleeping with me for several months. As it turned out, it must have been just fine. For the first time in over four months, I slept completely through the night. Kelly told me she got up once to give the Little Man some milk. I feel very relaxed this morning.
Indeed, I plan on being somewhat productive today. I’ve got some Golden Age reading to do which I will do as soon as I finish these posts. (I’m writing them out on the Lanai, where the temperature currently reads something north of 70 degrees at 8:28am.) I’ve got some fiction-writing to do. And then, of course, there are all of the unplanned things that go along with being on vacation. Like shopping. Or swimming. Or just wandering about.