My vacation home

This was my view this morning as I stepped out onto the balcony.

I will most likely never have a real vacation home, and that's ok. But when the stars align just right (or my sister goes out of town), I have access to the next best thing...a super sweet condo with high ceilings, comfy sofa, wireless internet, a little granite and steel, garden tub, laundry room, and plenty of very large TVs. Sound like a decent resort, right? And the cost... can't beat it, no way, no how. Little sis has come a long way.

So why vacation at this time? Well, we were here (St. Louis metro) for Christmas, went home that night, and then turned around and came back, just Braska and me, the next morning. Braska's g-button stoma site was looking a little concerning to me, having changed some in the last few days, so I called her GI and they agreed they needed to take a look. So on the road again we went. Since I'm back again and Rachel's gone till the middle of next week, why not have some free time in my old stomping grounds? Braska doesn't have therapy during this time anyway due to the holiday weeks. I can work from here, which I've been doing and actually keeping up. Woo Hoo! Even though it's a big complex it's surprisingly quiet. Lots of young well-to-do professionals who work alot and seem to play elsewhere. When they are here, things are still quieter than our neighborhood. I'm still surprised.

Tonight we went to my brother's house for dinner and visiting. I hadn't been to their house since the wedding...actually the last time I was there was Easter weekend 2006 when we made our big announcement.

We'll be here til...well, who knows. I don't think anyone has even noticed we're gone yet back home. Rach comes home next week, so we'll get booted then, if we're still here. For now we'll hang out, maybe see some friends, and enjoy our little resort.