Palm Springs. Me. Marc. Some random medical conference. Four days. Re-connection. Sleep. Spiritual re-fueling. Belated ten-year anniversary getaway. Long overdue.
You know that torpid feeling you get when you lay around all day and almost have a headache from sleeping too much and you get lightheaded from getting out of bed too fast?
Slept in every day until, let's just say around noonish. I mean, what, really was I expected to do every morning with Marc having the car and being gone until after lunch? Go running? Exactly.
Read TWO, yes, two actual adult books. Not magazines. The Return of Jonah Gray, and These Is My Words, which I was particularly besotted with. Thanks s.i.l. Steph!
Room service breakfast (to break up my reading/dozing marathon).
Shopping. WITH McSweetie. Who detests shopping.
Let's just say that no weight was lost on this trip, what with the amazing dining that Palm Springs has to offer. Did I HAVE to eat all the muffins that came in the basket with breakfast? Sure did. New Year's Resolution 2008 Addendum: I hereby pledge to practice more moderation next time.
Cavorted around the grounds in my bathrobe shooting photos with our new camera.
Took the revolving tram to the top of the San Jacinto Mts, which took about 15 minutes to go from a sunny 75 degrees to a windy 30 degrees and 2 feet of snow. Good thing I browbeat Marc into putting on long pants and putting his fleece and some gloves into the backpack. We hiked for awhile until we got hypothermic and took the tram back down the mountain to sunny Palm Springs. This was not part of my "sleep-too-much" goal.
Fell in l.o.v.e. with the inn where we stayed--an old 50s rambling ranch house that had been converted into an inn--can't believe I'm drawing a blank on the name.
Eternal gracias to Steph and Nae and Janet and Lorin for watching the kids so we felt like we could take off and get away together. Really. thanks.