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Vacation, all I've ever wanted!



The week I've been waiting for all year is finally HERE!  After 5 months, finally another vacation.  It seems like I'm off from work a lot, but most of the time it's medical leaves, or surgery recovery days. I rarely have enough sick time or money to take actual vacations.  New Year's in NH is another story. I haven't missed this trip for 5 years.  A few of those years, this week fell in the middle of a medical leave, other years I've managed to save a few days of vacation for this.  It's hard when my sick time rarely covers my sick days, but for some reason, I manage to get this week off almost every year.

I'm planning on reading a lot, I'm almost done with "The Fault In Our Stars" by John Greene, and have cried my way through it.  So far, I'm loving it.   I would like to go through "How To Be a Friend to a Friend Who's Sick" and finish my book reviews also.

I'm excited to relax, have fun with friends, and get some blogging done.  Huck is having a vacation too, at my dad's house, even though I miss him a lot and wish he was here.  (I have a feeling we will be face timing at some point this week!)

I hope you all had a great Christmas/New Year's and got to spend some time with friends and family.


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