DH and I took a few days off, went to Maine, and New Hampshire.
My foot has been killing me for a couple of months now, so I took the advice of my physical therapist, and bought myself a pair of Birkenstocks.
I was shocked when I realized how much they helped. I don't care if they are ugly.
I know, that must be a shock.
I tried, honestly, I did. I read three books, knitted a pair of mittens, went for walks.
The quiet was lovely.
But I have to be honest here.
I was ready to come home.