So vacation is over. I read thousands of pages, and spent hours on the hammock. I floated on a raft with the mountains behind me, and saw some incredibly beautiful waterfalls. I listened to a lot of music. Nickel Creek's new album of course the highlight there, as well as some Marc Broussard since I couldn't get him out of my head after the concert. I did some shopping, and came home with a print of a painting that I felt like was made just for me. And I bought some buttons. Why? B/c I was on vacation. I learned to knit, and heard my Grandma say piddle more times that I can count. Did I mention she's afraid of heights and we were in the middle of the mountains? That made for some interesting car rides. I took naps on my bed that overlooked the lake and the mountains outside, and I rocked in a chair while the rain made noise above me. I tried for a while to just not think. And I think now for the most part I succeeded.

How's that for happy Mo?