I never thought I would enjoy a vacation. Could I even call it such? There's no luxury or excess gold to be thrown about, but it's pleasant none the less. When we're not traveling, we're resting.
I've been reading some and writing more. It's nothing good, nothing worth publishing. It's romantic garbage, but she likes it when I read it out when we're laying next to the fire. She's such a sap, deep down.
