I am currently sitting poolside in Aruba waiting for the towel hut to open so we can reserve our chairs for the day. It is luxurious.
If things had gone to plan we would’ve been somewhere in Europe right now on a cruise ship, but they didn’t so I’m on this ridiculously beautiful and temperate island averaging a book every other day and getting a seriously nice tan 😀 We also spent a long weekend up in Maine earlier in the month for Tim’s actual birthday, so this month has just been travel travel travel.
Another whirlwind month in what seems to be the waning stages of the pandemic (I’m still not convinced).
Just when you think the months can’t get any longer they do, and you’re left with WT actual F. I’m currently on my third flight in three days—I’m just exhausted—and of the three this was the only one actually planned.
What an unexciting month . . . a lot of it probably has to do with a full year of doing the same thing over and over, but it was also just a nice boring predictable month without any surprises.