Fucking hell, have I been exhausted or what? The work retreat to Mexico kicked my lily white, suburban ass. Man, just surviving in a place without words that can be understood tires me.

Actually, it was pretty fun, and the new boss sure can squeeze a lot out of folks in mere 24-hour day. There was very little down time and very much together time. Fabulously for me, I sharpened no spoon into a shiv and refrained from going to town in a claustrophic (or whatever the fuck it would be) tremor of too much contact with humanity.

Nope, I made nice and mostly played nice, and who the fuck would believe it, mostly enjoyed the folk with whom I was in stir, incarcerated for the life of knocking the kinks out of a strategic plan. (Although my note to self before leaving was not to liken the remote location and total immersion into work to a hostage crisis to my boss, I did. But, I also assured her that Stockholm syndrome was kicking in, so that evens it out right?)

Everything is A-OK here in the Left Coast.

But I was thrilled to my marrow to be back home, in our cute place with my cute man. Kindly, he picked me right up, carried my bag and took me to brunch. I even got the impression he missed my face around the place called home.

My theory on the possibilty that I was missed is based on the plan hatching done whilst I was detained. My boy-o wants to take a long, long, fucking long overdue trip to his homeland, where he can now go triumphantly under the auspices of the red, white and blue. I sense that while I was traveling far and wide, he was thinking WE should be traveling far and wide.

I fully admit, however, it was difficult to embrace the prospect initially, at least while my entire body was still concrete-heavy with post-Mexico fatigue. Today, I’m close to recovery and warming up very nicely to a longish vacation and exotic voyage.

I wonder, if I skip my western holiday schedule, which would involve a trip east, and go for the Chinese New Year celebration a bit later, which would be a trip so east I would need to head west, I wonder if my family would notice?

Perhaps the notice-taking would be in the form of a relief sigh.

By the way, on the life imitates reality TV scene, the new boss made us eat bugs.