All that's Left of Vacation is Laundry and a Desire to Eat All the Salads

Yesterday, we arrived home after a week's traveling. The vacation itself was wonderful, but boy did we have to work to get it.

We had a flight out at 6am on Wednesday. They always say fly out as early as possible to avoid any of the delays that inevitably happen as the day wears on. What they don't tell you is that severe thunderstorms and tornado watches in Atlanta at 9am will fuck up the entire United States grid indefinitely. We were supposed to arrive in Florida by 11;30am. We arrived at 4am the next morning, with an hour to go before we hit our final destination. By all accounts, we were lucky to get there at all. So we were grateful for 4am and a friend willing to drive an hour at that time to pick us up and drive us back.
Our "help us get home" line in the airport. They were not helpful. AT ALL.

Florida itself was incredible. We got some serious beach and chill time. We didn't do anything much. We were just so happy to be outside in sunshine and warmth we didn't need to do anything else. We met up with Mom of Best Guy for lunch our second day there. She gifted me a lovely bracelet and watch that had been her mother's, and to BG she gave him his grandfather's medical school yearbook.

Best Guy and Best Friend discussing an entire musical centered around a Werechicken.


Colorful, delicious lunch with Mom of Best Guy


Best Guy, Me, and Mom of Best Guy

After Florida, we headed up to Virginia to spend some time with Brother of BG and family. Spring was in its glory there, and we the time of the year when you can literally see the leaves coming out on the trees. There is some walking paths along the Potomac that they favor, so we spent some quality time along those paths. We had lunch at a Burmese restaurant, something we don't have here in Vermont and it was one of the best meals I'd had in a long time. Certainly all week.

Adam and our rent-a-dog for Virginia, Shorty. (He's Brother of BG's dog)


The bluebells, they were a-bloomin'!

Did you know the Potomac River had some falls? I didn't. I do now.

Shorty and Shorty's Dad, walking along the path.

Yesterday we returned home on a downright pleasant couple of flights. Of course, now that we are home, we need to deal with the fact that our basement decided to fill up with water while we were gone. That's right. The ultimate homeowner cliche. We were beyond lucky that our housesitter and a friend were able to deal with the worst of it before we had feet of standing water down there. But suffice it to say, we're on the phone with our insurance now.

Toby did wonderfully with his house/pet sitter. He was certainly very happy to see us, although it took him a moment to remember that Best Guy was not just any guy but Daddy. Which, honestly, showed us just how deep his distrust of men goes. But apparently Toby was affectionate and very well behaved with the PetSitter while we were gone, and she had nothing but praise for him. Good Boy, Toby, Good Boy!

So, all in all it was a good week away and we were glad to be home. But now we're back, the work is just beginning.

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