06.23.08 --- ticos, not mojitos

On the Monday mornings when I leave NYC for Philthy (which is, most of them) I'm always so, so tired by the time I get in.

I've been sleeping later and later, allowing no time for train delays or whatever, and so far it's been ok, but I'm sure that one day it won't be. But even twenty minutes helps, I think, at that hour of morning.

The Boy and I bought tickets to C0sta Rica today, because we found cheap flights and also because we are irresponsible and bad. There were lots of other places on my list first, chief among them the land of mojitos and socialism, but after some cost analysis, that was not to be. Why didn't we go two years ago, before jet fuel was this crazy expensive and we could maybe afford four separate flights on a one-week vacation? Augh.

Like most trips, this one doesn't feel real yet. But this will be my reward for throwing myself into some work.