tired = mini-vacation

i’ve been tired for about 10 days.  and thankfully, finally, finally I had a nice long sleep last night.  Now i’m heading off for a 24-hour mini vacation … once a month (or so), i go to a hotel, sans husband, and i just flake out. I watch bad tv, read, walk around some new place, eat in a restaurant while reading the paper. I like preparing my ipod with podcasts to listen to on the tram.  I like being completely anonymous and alone on the train. I like to sleep 10 hrs and then get up on Sunday morning.  I like running in a new place. I love finding a cool bakery on my run, and then returning later to eat pastry.  I like to find the sunday market — cuz every town has one — and i usually buy some bulk tea or weird spice or try to find a perfect apple or i take pictures of the butcher’s pig heads (depends on which town i’m in!).  I like to come home 24 hrs later feeling like i’ve been stripped clean, inside and out.  To match my divine shiny happiness, husband has usually — in my absence — done all the laundry, cleaned the house, and eaten all the leftovers. also, he’s thoroughly bored by the time i come home, so he has this big smile like he’s missed me!  and to ensure a real break, there’s no phone and no computer (so i’ll be offline for a day or so).  happy weekend 🙂