What is up with getting ready for vacation and needing a vacation from all that getting-readiness? I feel like I haven't stopped (to any relaxing degree) in days. Cleaning, packing, laundry, stressing over leaving the pup. Someone is coming in to stay and look after the mutt and I feel like I need to clean extra, cause, you know. Nobody needs to see my chaos. Also? It is really hot here. I know I shouldn't be complaining, as some places actually have dangerous heat, but 32 degrees Celsius is hot enough. Not to mention I am Inuit living in the North. I'm only typing this post as I forced myself to sit for awhile, and cool down after doing the dishes and bringing laundry in off the line.
I may only be working part-time, but there is a part of me that's thinking it's kind of awesome to be so busy right before leaving, making me feel like I may actually deserve a vacation. Scratch that. I TOTALLY deserve a vacation. I may have traveled a lot in the past year, but I could barely move and it hurt like hell. This is my first trip in years (that may be an over-estimation) that does not involve work, or doctors, or bone saws. Bring it vacay. Montreal with all your glorious food, St. Jean-Sur-Richelieu with your hot air balloon festival, and Hampton Beach - you better have ice cream waiting for me.
