Yeah, I’m back, finally.

If you don’t follow me on Insta or twitter, you didn’t know that my husband “kidnapped” me from work on Friday. He, and my boss and coworkers, planned a long weekend in San Francisco. I was left unaware of said plan until 10 minutes before we left town.

So, no, no writing got done for the last five days. I’ve been having fun.

Today is a recovery day. And not for what you’re thinking. Well, at least, not how you’re thinking it. My back and legs were fine, until Monday. See, Sunday, I got a sunburn, and try though I might, I could not sleep with said sunburn. So after a few days of caring for my legs and back, and stretching and napping between outings, one night of bad sleep had me completely messed up. I’ll get in my physical therapy today though, so I’ll be right as rain tomorrow.