Far far away...

It's been that kind of day.

It's colder than yesterday, and somehow the beautiful puffy snow that clung to the tree limbs has fallen and been plowed into gray heaps. Jed's off helping with something at his parents' house, and I've floated between the couch and the table... the kitchen, the basement. What to do....

I used to be good at this. Being alone, being productive and feeling *satisfied* with my day. I'm not sure where that's gone. I keep going over, in my head, what I'll do next, but figure that I'll wait until he gets home to do it.

I've piddled around online, pretending I'm planning a fabulous sun-drenched trip to Provence. For me, that means turning first to websites to find the most perfect accommodations. It's always where I start when planning a trip. The gite/inn/villa usually ends up planning the trip for us, and we've always aimed at staying at uniquely different places on our trips. I'm a firm believer that "you never just sleep there." The accommodations keep the feeling of the trip seamless and let you immerse yourself in the experience. Who wants to go to Provence and tour lush markets, lavender fields... admire by rustic stone cottages and sun-washed towns, just to hunker down in your Holiday Inn room complete with American-standard bathroom? That's just not fair-- I'd feel robbed out of the experience... I'll take the extra time to seek out the most perfect little stone house so I can sleep with my patio door open onto the countryside. I want the entire experience the entire time. Which is why we cancelled our in-town hotel in Mendoza, on our honeymoon, to head out to Wine Country and stay here instead.

Back to work tomorrow. Another 5 day week with no vacation days in sight...