It seems we are being conditioned, like Pavlov’s dogs, to avoid vacations. The statistics are thus far against us; whenever we go on an official vacation Something Bad (TM) happens, oft times requiring a doctor. There was the poison oak on our first anniversary, the general nausea of our honeymoon, again a queazy stomach last Valentine’s day, and now another bout of something resembling poison oak (though we think it isn’t). My wife is suffering another outbreak, mysteriously identical to the first on our anniversary (so similar it is even located in the same spot and spreading in the same fashion). So our morning was spent consulting with two doctors (a general doctor and a dermatologist) and picking up more prescriptions to do battle with That Which Would Ruin Our Vacation (TM).
All is not bad however. We are packing to head up to the family ranch, a three hour trek north. We had hoped to leave earlier, but the doctors forestalled us a couple of hours. That might turn out to be a blessing as we may extend our stay another day and spend even more time at the ranch. It is beautiful country, and I hope to get many pictures, so another day would be great. Thus far the vacation has been relaxing, and even productive. I can only hope it will continue, and we’ll be well rested to return to our jobs when we return home.