08.01.02 :: 9:44 am
As long as they don't come back for several hours, we're peachy.
I'm thinking of breaking my no-breakfast-it-makes-me-nauseous rule today because my stomach is making the most vulgar sounds.
I guess chips and salsa don't really count as dinner.
I'm feeling antsy and twitchy; impending trans-atlantic flights sketch me out, but it's almost two and a half weeks until the Aegean is beneath us, and we're relaxing under Greek skies.