By the time you read this, dear readers, I will be gone.
Well, not GONE gone...I mean, I'm not breaking up with you or anything.
Um.
Let me start over.
By the time you read this, I will be traveling south (ok, further south) for a few days of rest and all-you-can-eat buffets on the high seas.
(Why do they call them the "high" seas, anyway? Wouldn't you say they're about sea-level? [rimshot!])
Where was I?
Ah, right: this feeling of being a bit scattered of late. Mostly, though, I've been concerned about John. Or rather, the way I treat John.
(By the by, I'm about to get really real here for a sec. Hope you don't mind.)
See, sometimes I can be a work-a-holic. Because I like what I do it doesn't always feel like work, but even when it does, I want to answer just a few more e-mails, or file just a few more photos, or - yes, I admit it - check just a few more tweets. Sometimes those "just a few more"s overrun other things in my life, though. Things like weekends. Or rest. Or tolerant spouses.
So last Thursday night, with the crack house done, and the book done, and some extra CW posts written, I decided to do that one thing we work-a-holic hermits absolutely abhor: be spontaneous.
"Whoah there, buddy, let's not do anything crazy, now.""John," I said, "I think we should take a cruise next week."
It's not often I see my husband's jaw drop, so that next moment was quite a treat.
"Really?"
"Really."
I should mention here that cruising is John's heaven-on-earth.
Cruising is John's heaven-on-earth.
I should also mention that he had one researched, price-shopped, and booked in record time. Probably so I wouldn't have a chance to change my mind. Clever boy.
So, if you need us, we'll be drifting around the Caribbean this week.
Hopefully on board a ship.
I expect I'll still be posting, but no promises. (Although I really do need to vent about the whole bathing-suit shopping experience. You know, for recovery purposes.)
And, since I'll be trying to do this myself, here's a little challenge for all of you: go and appreciate your loved ones this week. Whatever that means to you, and whatever it takes, just try. I'm betting it'll pay off in spades for all of us.
See y'all in a few days.
(Oh, and yes, I have my passport.)
