48 hours and counting

The subject line is serving a dual purpose for this post.

The first purpose being that I haven't been to an airport, nor on an airplane, for 48 hours. I know, I know, I beat this with both trips recently taken, but I'm talking about being home for 48 hours. In my own province, my own house, with my own pillows and in my own bed!! You don't realize how much you miss your bed and pillows until you don't spend any quality time with them. So yeah, I'm thrilled to be back in my own bed....

The second purpose, and I'm being totally selfish and self-centered here, is to tell you that in 48 hours (or so...depending on when you read this and when I post it) it will be the first day of Spring. And we all know what the first day of Spring is, now don't we?....It's my birthday.

Yes. I will have survived another year and earned the right to increase the second digit by one on the two digit number that is my age.

I'm thrilled.

Can you tell?

I do have stories to tell and pictures to post of the travels that will no doubt entertain you. Amuse you. Amaze you.

Well....maybe. I guessing.

Back in a bit....

Ciao!