It took the absence of grumpiness to make me realize that I am grumpy a lot.
During our last week in Sarasota, it occurred to me that I hadn’t been grumpy since we arrived in Florida. Not once in almost four weeks. Unheard of.
So, I tried to figure out why.
For one thing, I didn’t do one thing I didn’t want to do. There was no pressure to get somewhere, no deadlines, not even any mail. We got up when we wanted to. We only had a small condo to keep picked up. We did not have to bundle up to go walking. At the gym, if the news blaring on the TV did not suit me, I plugged in my earphones. I listened to all the episodes of Serial on my phone.
We ate relatively healthy food in or out, although I decided that because I was on vacation, I could have ice cream every single night.
I partially attribute my non-stop good mood to Peter’s good nature, but he’s that way at home too. Mostly it was just being with someone I love, in a beautiful warm and sunny place with an endless choice of things to do—or not to do.
We need to spend more time on vacation.