Home again, home again. Oh well. 
I had a lovely five days at Canyon Ranch. While I’m preparing to wax lyrical about it, I do have to say that it was not nearly as much fun as going with someone else. While spending some time meditating by the Peace pond, I couldn’t help but mourn the fact that it woud be wonderful to have D there to compare days with as we sat to a meal. With that said, I must have the most scrubbed, exfoliated, moisturized, massaged and pampered face and body on the planet. I took roughly four times the amount of clothing I needed, considering I spent the majority of my time in a robe in some part of the spa.
The only down-side to the week, other than not being there with friends, was that my casita was about as far from the clubhouse and spa as it is possible to get on the property. Really. I solved that little problem by keeping much more in my locker at the spa than I had last year, not going back there until the end of the day, and by simply requesting a ride to my casita at the end of the day. One of those cute little golf carts would show up, generally with a cute little driver, and whisk me away back to the casita. And WHAT a casita! I don’t know what happened, but the gods must have decided I really needed some luxury in my life. I somehow ended up in a honest-to-goodness SUITE. Had a lovely living room with flat panel TV, a dining room, kitchen, one and a half baths and a bedroom with a bed you just sank into (once you climbed up – and I do mean up – into it). Another flat panel TV on the bedroom wall had me breaking my rule about watching TV in bed on a regular basis. I started requesting a to-go package at dinner containing stuff for breakfast in the morning and then putting out the do-not-disturb sign, sleeping in, eating breakfast in the suite and sitting out by the Peace pond for a spell before beginning the day at the spa. Sounds rough, huh?
Ah well, as I started out above, home again. Today is for doing laundry and running errands, in preparation for getting back to work tomorrow. I took a page from my former boss’ book and arranged things so that I’d return to work on a Wednesday and have a short week to get back into the swing of things. I’ll admit to the world of work that I’m actually back in town this evening (maybe) while I kinda organize things to be attacked in priority order tomorrow. Or maybe I won’t. I’ve already looked through the dozens of messages on my Blackberry, and there are enough oh-my-god-the-world-is-ending emergencies (in their minds, at least) to encourage me to just let things lie until tomorrow. I think it would be good for them – builds character and all that. <evil grin>
OK, time to change out the laundry and head to the grocery store. The kitties were very affectionate last night and glad to see me. I am SO grateful to D for house and kittie-sitting while I was gone – the cat boxes are NOT stinking up the house and I’m not therefore dreading approaching them for the obligatory cleaning out. The kitties are NOT frantic that they’ve been left all alone in the world, and I only found one gack spot to be cleaned up (in my bedroom). Lovely! Signing off for now and going to be industrious . . . . . . . .
