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I’m on a solitary vacation. The first in too many years, designed to wean our baby and get some mental s_ace (tried. Some words just gotta have it! New keyboard to be taken care of next week!). The word “vacation” was first used my dad. He said, “So you’re going on vacation all by yourself!” and I thought, “Yeah. Wow! I really AM”. Before that it had been the “slee_ tri_”, the “wean tri_”, the “art tri_”.  But a vacation is really what it is. Bonefide Va-Ca-Tion.

I drove south realizing as I went that it was becoming S_ring more and more as I went. And, my location is a rural one, in some ways very much back in time. Oddly, this created the sensation that I was both traveling ahead into the future *and* the _ast at once. There are flowers and trees here, varieties that I haven’t seen in a few years, native s_ecies that I left behind when moved but found myself incredibly moved by as I drove under their cano_y. I drove through fresh sring rain and a slight odor of forest fire, tall southern _ines on my left and right and knew _art of me was resting in the familiar.

So “rest” is the word. My kiddos have a fantastic, awesome dad who is working from home, nursing one with an earache, hel_ing another wean from Mommy, and will _robably fill their days with some refreshing variety. I will walk. I will slee_. I will create. I will breathe. It’s a real “he maketh me to lie down” kind of s_an of days.

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