In the South of France.

Second time around, the love gets stronger!

Thousands of miles away, her mind is able to switch off from reality.

Her heart beats with excitement each waking moment.

Oh! how the smell of the ocean invites delight!

There is no ending, only beginnings.

I’m fine.

Honestly, I rarely get sick.

My sick leaves get converted to cash.

Frankly, I’d rather fake it.

Every now and then I need a time out.

Errands or just plain silence from work is good.

I can work from home while on my supposed sick leave.

And at the same time, I can kick up my feet and relax.

I can putter around like I used to.

I dreamt I lost my mobile phone.

Dream dictionary says it’s a sign that I’ve lost touch with some aspect of myself.

So I’m taking that as a sign.

Today, I’m going to hop over to the bank, get my nails done.

Sort the clutter on my table, maybe I’ll sneak to the mall.

This is going to be a great sick leave day for me!