Back Home Again

We've actually been home for a week, but I have been -- I was going to say 'fighting a cold', but the reality is I just lay down and let it do its thing. Go, germs, go. I found lying on the couch, unwashed, to be the order of the week.

But it's off to the paying job tomorrow, so I'll have to shower before noon in that new reality. I need a word to convey my lack of enthusiasm tempered with resignation. How about 'shrug'.

I think we needed to schedule a week of holidays to recuperate from the vacation. In 13 days, we drove about 5000 km, I got two good nights' sleep and read NONE of the five books I took with me. We hit Williams Lake, Prince George, Edmonton, Valemount & Robson Meadows campground. We saw four parents, three brothers, one sister, two cousins, and four nieces & nephews. We took one niece and one nephew camping and embarked on a 14 km, three-generation hike. (Steve carried children for about 5 km.)

I think I'm fully justified in getting totally sick and doing little more than reclining. I did make the time to finish Pride and Prejudice. Though I'm not sure that counts as productivity since I've read it before.

Tom's boiling the kettle for a cuppa, so I'm off to find a strategic position to engage in full sloth, and be able to balance a hot cup. Wish me luck.