I'll be back.

Apparently, we are going to Costa Rica tomorrow. In the throes of family health crises, work chaos (mostly consisting of getting nothing done because of massive construction noise booming from the floor above me), wedding planning, party throwing, poop-chunk cleaning, and assorted other daily whatnot, the departure date for this long-planned family vacation has caught me rather unawares. Obsessive travel-planner that I am, I've never been less organized for an international excursion, or less concerned about my disorganization.

At some point in the next 14 hours, I will toss a bikini, a sundress, a pair of sandals, several books, and a few other odds and sundries into my suitcase, grab my trusty passport, and head to the airport. In between now and then, I'm planning to see a movie, spend some much-needed catch up time with my sweetie (now that we're both almost over the latest round of the Cold from Hell), repair the chipped enamel in our tub, do a little yoga, and maybe even squeeze in a couple of hours in the oodles of powder that hit the slopes this week.

See you soon!