So, this is the face of a weary traveler...
I just spent 4 days in Fort Meyers, Florida with hubby, visiting his sister and her husband. It was a lovely break from the routine, every day November/December of New England.
Weather? Perfection
Company? The best. Many laughs, much walking, lots of driving.
Travel via Jet Blue? Impeccable.
We arrived home yesterday late afternoon and I had to immediately go into planning and execution mode for the week.
This is just a small list of what I did from the moment we arrived home until I finally collapsed into bed:
Unpack. Laundry. Mail. Grocery shop. Ironing. Mail. Pay bills. Answer emails. Put holiday book orders together to mail out today. We even went to the gym to work out the post-flight stiffness. Get the schedule for the week set. Plan out the week, workwise, writing-wise.
It may not seem like a lot, but believe me, by the time I got into bed my body and head were exhausted.
When I was in my 20s-40s, I sprang back from a trip without any issues, either physically or mentally.
At 63? yeah, springing isn't happening anymore.
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