Journey's end

The balcony outside my home office. Every morning, I start the day here with a short meditation.

"There's no place like home." Dorothy Gale

The day after our return from the Berkshires, Corb was scheduled to work at the Salvage Angel, the artisan market that he displays his refurbished chandeliers at. Here's a photo of one of his latest at the bottom of this entry.

That gave me time to start Week Three of my vacation doing something I hadn't yet had much time for: time to be alone and all by myself. I love spending my days with Corb, but I grew up spending a lot of time alone, and I don't get as much time I as used to to just focus on doing what I want all day long, even if it's a whole lot of nothing. Even its just walking around naked all day! Whatever, I firmly believe solo mental health breaks are vitally important to someone's well being.

You may have noticed I keep referring to my vacation in terms of Week One, Week Two, Week Three, even though, in all actuality, this one was only ten days total. That's a little game I play with myself to make the time feel like it lasts longer. If time is relative, after all, and the construct of one week consisting of seven days is entirely man-made, why can't I simply reduce the base and make every week consist of three? That way I get three weeks out of the deal instead of one. And you'll note that I divided these imaginary weeks into themes: Week One consisted of home improvement projects culminating in a family get together at the house, Week Two was time spent away, and Week Three focused on relaxation. 

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