Mostly, I'm just thankful to be done with airplanes for awhile. We didn't make too many friends on our travel days to and from Oahu. At about the 3/4 mark on our flight from San Diego to Oahu, the flight attendant appeared at our aisle and apologetically offered the guy sitting next to us a free mai-tai. I guess she assumed alcohol was the only thing that would help him cope with Silas' fussing and squirming. She must not have heard me ask, "Where's mine, woman?!" above the sound of Silas' wails. We all could have benefitted from a swig or two (or six) at that point.
So now begins the vacation-after-the-vacation. Thankfully, Chris still has a few days left before he jumps back in to work. I had the foresight to leave the house in manageable condition before we hustled out the door a few weeks ago, so there are just a few leftover Christmas decorations to pack away, and a load or two of laundry to throw in.
The shop will be up and running again next week and I'll be sure to share a few sunny Hawaii pictures here in a few days. Until then, you'll find me in my comfiest mismatched layers, underneath which lies a glorious vacation tan that no one will see.