I really, really love vacation. Usually I go somewhere - home to SF, to Vancouver, to somewhere. I plan cool things and go hiking and bird watching and read books and come back tired but rejuvenated. But this time, I just stayed home. It's been so weird - I've never been home without fifty million things to do. I worried that I might get bored. I plotted possible day trips just in case - to Crystal for skiing, to Port Angeles, to Vancouver on the train. But I am in love.

Spring cleaning! Thanks to bigboobedcanuck, I got this bug in my head to start going through stuff. Three huge bags of trash later, three equally huge bags of donation, sparkling clean baseboards, windowsills and lightswitches, a new dresser!, and an empty hall closet later, I am in *heaven*.

I gave away an old chair I never finished recovering, rehung lights, weeded the garden. My daffodils are blooming, my purple broccoli is sprouting, rainbow chard is growing like it's almost out of style. I've been cooking - real meals! Big juicy halibut steaks, fresh strawberries, homemade bread, good, good food! (I missed good food. There's been too many late study nights over pizza and not enough *real* food).

Good lord, people. I have been sleeping! And taking naps when needed. I love sleep!

And I made a trip down to my fave bookstore and actually remembered my gift certificate and went crazy! I have a huge stack of awesome books - a million different kinds - fantasy, victorian literature, kids books I remember loving (The Blue Sword, anyone?) I'm hopelessly behind on flist comments, fic responses, everything, because I have been so amazingly lazy.

I have been drinking wine in the afternoon. Is there anything better?

I cannot believe I have to go back to work on Saturday and back to class on Monday. I cannot wait until summertime, when maybe I can take another week off and do it all over again - in the sun instead of the snow!

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