Back to Reality

I refused to watch the news while we were away, hoping rather than expecting* that the global economy might improve. I feel horrible that I was galavanting cavalierly while things were breaking down, but I guess I was contributing to the economy. And let me tell you, with the price of food in Bermuda, contribute we did.

We had a fabulous time! Fabulous! If you ever have a chance to go there, go. It's a beautiful subtropical island, but there was plenty to entertain the dude, who sits on the beach like an old man, in his shirt and hat with a towel on his legs. In the shade. (He's not that pale; his arms are tan.) (Though looking at that photo, his legs sure are pale.) We went to the caves, the zoo and aquarium, the World Heritage site of St. George's, the Dockyard, and the Swizzle Inn (turns out I prefer a Dark and Stormy). And yes, we got ourselves to the beach.

I got two cross-stitch patterns while we were in Saint George's. One is a map of the country with each parish in a different color. You'll see that this year because I am stitching it for the dude for Christmas. The other is a moongate, like the one seen here. Only without the adorable (relaxed) couple here.

If it is any consolation, I'm back to being totally stressed.

*Back in the days before vacation, I went to a lecture by Penn Law and Wharton professors. They clearly didn't seem to think the bailout was a good idea nor that it would work, and I wasn't that surprised based on my own research (knowing I was going to cover this event.)