>On Vacation

>I’ve learned that I don’t like to be on vacation longer than 3 to 4 days. After that, I get irritable and just want to go home.

Also, I’m very indoorsy. Sitting by the pool induces many of my phobias. Getting sunburned, being in a crowd, not to mention the vat of germs percolating in the center of it all. It’s not that I mind getting wet. It’s that I mind getting covered in various bacteria in which mass quantities of humanity have dipped.

Natural bodies of water are just as bad as community pools. I can’t stop thinking about what might be lurking in each droplet.

And just in case you were wondering, I don’t walk in dirt if there is a paved path to follow instead. I especially won’t walk in dirt/rocks if I am not wearing the proper foot gear. It’s kind of like camping…why bother if there is a more civilized alternative?

>Happy Newish Year

>I have yet to go on a vacation that I actually am sad to see end. My vacations always seem to be one to two days too long. I just spent 4 days in the middle of nowhere with my family. Aside from the fact that there is NOTHING for me to do at the coast with no cell phone or internet access, I caught a cold the first day there.

I actually had a legitimate reason not to wander around the tide pools looking at starfish (ICK!) or stand on a windswept beach watching the waves crash (while swatting away a plethora of gnats and dodging rotting seaweed).

Of course my sister had to ask, “Why aren’t you going on a hike with us?” with a tone of incredulity. Oh I don’t know maybe the fact that my throat is sore and I generally feel like death warmed over? Plus, silly me…I’d rather not have whatever germs are floating in my bloodstream morph into pneumonia.

I rang in the New Year through a Nyquil induced sleep.

Of course, the PMS was of no help. Normally, I can put up with the control issues as well as stifling my own, but by the end of the day, I’d had it. All I wanted to do was sit in the peace and quiet of my own home.