You know what the trouble is nowadays with taking a vacation? When you get back, you have several hundred emails to go through.
It feels like punishment of a sort, plowing through the junk to get to the few jewels here and there.
When bees fly back to the hive after a long foraging trip, they get welcomed back—because they’re carrying nectar and pollen—and there’s probably no buildup of extra chores they have to do. Of course, on the other hand, they don’t really get any sort of vacation. Ever.
I had a chance to watch the sunrise over the Atlantic; I saw dolphins; I ate yummy food I wouldn’t get here in Georgia (at least, not in my house, since I don’t like to cook); so, I guess 200 emails is a small price to pay for such a great time.
And Erica is doing much better, by the way.
BEEattitude for Day #504:
Blessed are those who sty in touch with old friends, for they shall have a sense of perspective.
