Just a few more hours.....well more like 12, but who's counting?

The bags are packed.  The fridge is cleaned out.  The house is clean.  And when this 12 hour workday finishes .... Champagne will be placed in my hand and the vacation will be officially started.

Taking 3 weeks off seems decadent no matter how much it is needed.  But for my sanity, I will embrace it. I will try to throw off the daily routine that binds and replace it with carefree and spontaneous!  Who am I kidding?  At 55, planning is more the route I take.  Spontaneous screams lack of forethought, childishness, and potential danger.  I mean, I could leave behind an important article of clothing if spontaneity rules.  And no one in Ireland wants to see me without a bra!

So at the end of this LONG workday, I will raise my glass and toast the marriage of planning and spontaneity....can't wait to see how that will work out.  I'll keep you posted.