No, I'm not going to count down each and every day of my break... but I will tell you that I did exactly what I had planned to do on the first day of my break... Went out to breakfast.
For two weeks I have dreamed of resuming my activities from when I was unemployed and had all the time in the world on my hands. And today I actually got up, without the alarm clock screaming in my ear. Yep, time was not an issue.
And I took a walk... just like I used to. Rick drove, I walked... and met him there. We dined at a little cafe right on our own street. We live on a golf course and the clubhouse and restaurant are right on our street. Good food and the hubbub of golfers all around, heading out to play nine holes before the heat sets in.
It was perfect. 'Cept I'm WAY out of shape. And that walk was hard! I think I walked four miles... even though it was just on my street, about three blocks away. Those were some LONG blocks. I couldn't even walk back I was so winded. Rick had to drive me home.
Now I know how the second day of my vacation is going to go. Back to Curves.