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Last night I slept in my own bed for the first time in over two weeks. It was wonderful.

Sixteen nights in the slightly cramped vee-berth of boat is a bit hard on the back. I was in serious pain the last few days of our holiday. Still, I can't complain too much. I was able to read constantly; the weather allowed me to swim nearly every day; I saw lots of wildlife; and I remembered all the good reasons I married my husband and realized that if I want to stay married to him, I should stop being a bitch sometimes.

I suspect I will write in more detail about all of the above, but I am feeling uninspired today. I think once I have caught up on all the "coming home" business, my muse may strike, but not today.