Home Sweet Home

Anybody out there?  It seems like light years since I was last here.  In reality it has only been 12 days.  Eleven of those 12 days were spent at sea, on a giant floating hotel.   I don't have to tell you how I feel about that.  I love being at sea.  Love everything about it. Love the gentle rolling motion of the ship; the way salt condenses on the railings after a long day on the water; the lapis blue of the ocean and the turquoise waters closer to shore.



I also love that my room is cleaned every day, my towels changed and my bed made.  I love that all of my meals are prepared for me and are available for consumption when I feel the urge to partake.  I love the variety of music and entertainment that is at my fingertips and I love that my bed is turned down at the end of every day, with chocolate on my pillow.

What I don't like about cruising?  When I contract the flu and spend the last four days of my vacation virtually confined to my room.  When I feel so bad that the flashing lights and ringing bells of the casino offer little in the way of temptation.  When I am content, alone in my bed with a game of solitaire and a bad movie streaming through my stateroom television.  Not fun people.  Not fun at all.

I am home now, sleeping in my own bed, drinking ginger ale that costs less than the national debt and being cared for by my private and very handsome steward.  For the past five days there has been an elephant of enormous proportions residing on my chest. This afternoon he decided to go for a walk and I was able to breathe easily for a few hours.  He's back now, but I think he may have dropped a few pounds while he was away.   Things are looking up.  I just might live to see tomorrow.