Next week is spring break. I don't have anything special planned. I had hoped that my friend Linda from Philadelphia would be able to come out here and spend some time with me now that I have an empty room she could stay in. But she can't, so I don't have anything special to do. Probably I will get down to the zoo, my special place, in San Diego to spend a day. And most likely I will shop a bit and walk down the beach. But I'm not going to be taking any trips to speak of. And that's okay. Because a vacation is just about having some time to call my own, to breathe and to catch up on things, perhaps hitting the consignment stores for that furniture I'm looking for. Perhaps answering that letter that's been sitting on the table to my cousin in Israel. And doing lunch with friends and with my son.
It's nice not to have plans, actually. It frees me up.