Barb's Burblings

The joys of vacations

The thing that's really nice about being on vacation is that you aren't pressured by things you should do. At home, even if I don't have plans for something or a work project, I still think about how I should go to the gym, or I should vacuum or dust, or I should clean the litter boxes, etc.

I guess that's what makes vacations so relaxing. I spent the weekend in Florida, and when I wasn't at a baseball game or visiting the zoo, I was lounging around house--reading, playing with my cousin's son, playing with the dogs. No guilt. No thoughts of the things that needed to be done. It was awesome.

Also awesome (and happily still an Oriole, at least at the moment)?

Oh, and this:

Sure, I wound up sunburnt on my face and arms because of it, but it was SO worth it. When I was driving down the highway Friday night, top down, I don't think I could've been happier. I love driving and that was just ideal. Seriously, I was lighter than I have been in a long time. It was just a fantastic feeling.