We're off to soak up some serious Carribean sunshine along with some no doubt decorative alcoholic beverages. We have booked a cabin with a large balcony which I don't intend to leave much. I'm bringing along binoculars, the Kindle, and a stack of NYT crosswords. You know where to find me.
No meetings, no deadlines (oh wait - what time does the bar close?), no more indoor complaints (as Walt Whitman so brilliantly nailed it).
I'll submit a full trip report when we return.
Only downside: we'll miss Doris terribly. But she and the house are in
the most capable of hands.