Back from vacation

I'm back from the beach.

Exhausted. Didn't get anything done but breathe deep for the day and a half after I drove in. But I'm back.

This bloody bronchitis thingum just hangs on and hangs on and makes me miserable. Even my sweat smells of medicine. Grisly.

Saw much family. Utterly wonderful.

I was smart enough not to go into the water. I guess I looked pretty silly sitting under a beach umbrella all wrapped up in towels, watching everyone else sport in the waves.


To go on vacation, I turned off all the routine email messages I get from writers' groups and history groups. When I go to my mailbox, it's almost empty.

This is so restful I may just leave everything turned off for the next month or two.