Ketchup!

Yes, please . . . with a dab of mustard and a little relish.

No, not the noun . . . the verb! As in trying to resolve a couple hundred e-mails, a few dozen loads of laundry, a fridge that echoes when it's opened. And 14.5 pounds of unopened mail that our neighbor was nice enough to collect for us. Not to mention the lawn—it looks a little like that scene from the second Jurassic Park movie where the raptors chewed up another couple explorers  . . . “Don’t go into the long grass!”

And then there’s the whole body thing. It’s somehow: a) acclimated itself to the mountain air and feels sluggish and non-responsive in Houston’s oppressive heat. And, b) thickened a bit thanks to all that vacation food and inactivity. So attention is required there too. Time to get back on that exercise program. Time to get the stomach used to three meals a day instead of one long, continuous one.

So that’s the thing about long vacations away from so called “reality.” Away from technology and all that goes along with it. Even after two days back, I’m still a little frenzied, rushing from this to that, trying to dig out. Trying hard to rediscover my “groove.” It’s slow and a tad painful but I’m getting there. I promise to post photos as soon as I get time to upload them! In the meantime, back to the laundry and the mail and oh... did I actually forget to eat@!? Yay!