Finally -- toes in the sand

Been too busy for the last week, couldn't think straight. So busy that it even interrupted my sleep; I'd wake up, realizing that I'd been thinking about my "To Do" list in my dreams, adding items and scratching off others. At least twice I had to write things down in the middle of the night after waking up thinking about them.

But now the travel is behind me, most of my "To Do" list has been done (save for a few niggling chores that followed me).

And I've actually had my toes in the sand.

Hope wherever you are, that you are also able to park yourself in a reclining position with a beverage of your choice and unwind for the weekend. I think we could all use one right about now.

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