
Thirteen places I would love to be, RIGHT NOW, and may already be there in spirit, nonetheless.
1. The Beach House Barbuda.
2. Cap Juluca.
3. My sofa, with Gromit, PNut Louise, Gary and Guinness
4. Panera, eating broccoli cheddar soup and a Caesar salad.
5. Sitting in a white glider chair in a gorgeous nursery, holding my own child that I have yet to conceive.
6. Pulling weeds in a huge organic vegetable garden that I have cultivated all by myself.
7. The Plaza Hotel (insert: any urban swanky trendy hotel), preparing for my very first book signing.
8. Swooshing down a snow-covered mountain breathing the fresh cold air, the smell of chimney smoke, and the piney smell of Aspen firs.
9. Riding a horse, bareback, on the beach.
10. Under the Chuppah in my own wedding.
11. Sitting on my balcony reading a book.
12. Horizontal in a hammock, asleep.
13. Sleeping, anywhere, really.
Giving credit where credit is due: Thursday Thirteen.
edited to add: Dear Zoot, I have a 5K on October 1. Am I running? Nah! Am I eating well? Nah! Am i freaking the heeeeck out? Oh Yeah!