(I am still in Orlando, and my world looks nothing like this.)
Last night after the work party, someone challenged me to cartwheel across the crosswalk. And of course, I did it. Pretty good for an old crippled lady.
The sun is helping my disposition. I am going to sneak out of a meeting today to see if I can soak up an hour or so.
I often wonder why conference breakfasts are so carb-laden. Nobody feels good after.
I miss my boys.
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