I've just had a turkey sandwich with cranberry sauce and stuffing. We have to go through the tunnel to get to the cafe/hofbrau place where the turkey is fresh roasted, but once in a while I get a craving for turkey. It was sublime. I've done a bunch of errands and stuffed myself, and I'll be reading my mystery this afternoon. Our younger son stopped by to borrow our big car to take to the cabin, as he, a bunch of friends and five dogs are going up for the weekend. Next weekend our younger daughter heads up with a bunch of her friends.
Having just gotten home, I'm not in the mood to head anywhere. I'm enjoying my own bed, pillow, and stuff around me. I love to travel and I love to return. And for me, about 10 days is ideal to be away. More than that and I get weary of strange beds, and less is sometimes not enough. I was gone a week this time. A few days more might have given me a chance to see more, but this way I didn't abuse my hosts too much. Our next trip is for our anniversary, and we're doing three nights away. I'm looking forward to that, because I love the area where we're going, and the place we will be staying has a pool. It's always lovely and luxurious to swim out of season.
But today, it's quiet, a slow day, and I can doze if I want, and jump up and take care of some aspect of the house if I'm figgety. And if a friend calls, I'm available.
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