If I haven’t complained enough about this already, I need vacation.
These days, it just feels like we have no time. For anything. Not even a coffee.
For example. There’s this little neighbourhood cafe, not far from us. And it is adorable. Tin-ceilings, tall windows, ornate wood carvings thick with decades of paint. We talk about going for a midday coffee break there like it’s a vacation to the freakin’ Maldives. Maybe if we win the lottery, we say, I could try their tea.
In short, if I can get any time to myself, any time at all, I’ll take it. Grab it by the horns and probably strangle it to death.
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Anyway.
This past weekend, Husbo had a gig in Parry Sound. So we all hopped in the car and went on a little 24-hour getaway. Of course, Husbo was working so not much romance was involved but at least I had Jeans.
And we managed to go for not one, but two long walks. Two! In one day!
It was a miracle.