Re-entry

Wow - Am I ever out of touch with reality! We are having a great vacation; lots to do, but lots of fun. We head to Dallas tomorrow for a few days.

I laid in bed last night unable to sleep, because I was pondering my upcoming re-entry into reality. I mean, I'm way out of it right now: Greg can see, we have instant babysitters every where, we are walking-distance away from too many great restaurants and shopping opportunities to count, I have birthday money to spend at such places, we have no work and no school (and I'm actually having no problem getting used to this), great books are lying around to be picked up and perused at my leisure, lots of food, great conversation, no real schedules, no mail or bills: major vacation. This is good except that reality will come, and I'm feeling a little concerned about that part.

I have this way of ruining a perfectly good escape from reality by letting that reality invade me in the form of anxiety. A good friend called on my cell phone today to wish me a Happy Birthday, and this good friend challenged me to do no such thing. "There's nothing you can do about reality here while you're on vacation there, so just wait until you get home."

I guess the idea is: it'll be ridiculous anyway, just pile it on at once. I like this advice in theory. I will try to put it into practice over the next few days. However, there is no escaping the reality that today, I am 35 - a few stray gray hairs occasionally wildly growing out of my part. My latest hair-cutting lady said it will be awhile before they really show up with my hair color. For now, I'm plucking.

Happy Birthday to my brother, Paul who shares this special day with me exactly two years apart:

You say it's your birthday...

It's my birthday too, yeah!

Now it's out for Mexican food in honor of both birthdays and in honor of Mexican food. See you later, reality.