Current mood:

silly

The Hardest Part About Returning From Vacation...
... is finding the motivation to do anything. Well, okay, maybe not the work stuff - funny thing, they insist on paying me only if I'm being productive. I'm talking about the stuff you should be doing just 'cause it should be done. Like exercising. Like putting together the damned newsletter. Like getting a new vacuum cleaner so I can actually vacuum. Y'know, the routine stuff.

Vacation itself was nothing less than awesome. I was ready to book my next Disney cruise the second day out (if it weren't for pesky little things like lack of money). I had a wonderful time being out at sea and doing as much or as little as I pleased (though there were so many fun things to participate in I that I did quite a bit). I'm now the proud owner of a really cheap coffee mug for winning a Disney music trivia contest. I actually dared to sing at karaoke night and with a professional singer, and both times I was told how wonderful my signing was. (Singing lessons in my future, perhaps?) I dressed up in a tux for the first time in years, and I enjoyed it so much that I think I'd like to actually own one. (Haven't got the slightest idea where I'd wear it, but never mind that...) I actually enjoyed being cut off from the civilized world (except for the night Obama won - then I was glued to CNN just like everybody else).

Mom had a great time, too - on the cruise, anyway, I think she just tolerated WDW - and I was glad to have the time to spend with her... well, just being there. No profound moments of clarity regarding our familial relationships, no Very Special Moments - we just hung out together a lot and had a lot of fun. We spent almost two weeks together and didn't nearly kill each other - who'd-a thunk it? :)

November's just gone by in a blur. Can it really almost be Christmastime? Couldn't we just postpone the holidays until I'm caught up with everything I have to do and I can really enjoy them?

Happy Turkey Day, everyone!