Hello, Bed.

I love being able to travel for work, but it can be so nice to come home.

Today I hit the supermarket after a week of sterile hotel food, and the kid and I dove into a table full of fresh whole pineapple, oranges, mangoes, payapa, strawberries, kiwis, cherries, grapes... It's about 85F/29C degrees outside (at 10pm), and when the temp starts to go up here in May, I don't want to eat anything other than fruit. And lots of it. Right off the freaking trees.

Of course, after a week of conferencing, my immune system is shot to hell, and I woke up with a sore throat and fever this morning, and had a hard time staying awake. I'm not fighting it. I've been curled up in my bed all evening watching Deadliest Catch. I like watching crusty, exhausted, dirty men running all over a fishing boat, getting hit by icy waves and tossing around crab pots while I sip chilled, freshly squeezed orange juice, listen to the palm trees softly rustling outside, and fluff my 32 pillows.

Aaaaahh. :)