Maybe you haven’t noticed yet, but let me make it clear. There is not going to be anything on this blog but vacation blogging for the next several days. I’m clearing out the circuits in the bosom of the bluest of the blue states, surrounded by roses, jasmine, vineyards and first-class cuisine.
Yeah, that’s me up there, soaking in a bath of geyser water and volcanic ash. For an hour and a half this morning, I allowed myself to be pushed, prodded, soaked, steamed and kneaded into a puddle of my former self. I hereby proclaim mudbaths to be a very good thing.
Lest you think I might be losing my edge amidst all this self-indulgent, high-fallutin’ spa life softness – well, I think I am.
It’s only temporary.