V is for Virtuous. I felt that way momentarily yesterday when I was at the doctor's and she said that my test results were so healthy that it was like I was "a vegetarian marathon runner." Yeah – except for the excess 60 or so pounds.
V is also for Vacation. I don't think I've ever really had a long vacation. Annual home leave was always an action-packed month because it was the only time I'd be in the US to see people and take care of business. I'm thinking of a real vacation, like doing nothing on a beach. I don't think I've done that since I lived in Nairobi, where I spent a long weekend in Lamu and another long weekend in Zanzibar. I'm lucky to have four weeks' holiday per year (as opposed to the paltry 14 days or so the typical American worker bee gets) so we'll see if we can manage a cheap holiday somewhere. I'd like to go on a cruise. What I should do is that each time I go to Europe I stay a few days just to look around.
Since I took yesterday off I stayed home and cleaned house. And then made moussaka. It was hard work but it felt good – I slept like a log and didn't wake upon MoBob's departure at 5:15am. I'm not really a fastidious housekeeper, and MB helps out a lot especially on the weekends and doing the heavy-duty work such as cleaning floors, but I felt that our cleaning routine was out of whack because of our trip to SoCal. Plus an added benefit was doing something with my hands for a change rather than my brain. I suppose I could learn to knit or garden, equally productive and probably heaps more enjoyable.