So far this morning I’ve woken up with a hangover, ate the World’s greatest French Toast, wandered through a book-smelling bookstore (they even had a dog!), and am now writing beside the fireplace in a cafe, while the sky threatens snow outside. I’d better hurry up and write this post, though, because I have to go spend a ridiculous amount of  money in the weird little boutique across the street, before I go to my appointment at the spa.

Vacations are terrible.