You watch the weather;
shop for clothes
manicure the nails
pedicure the toes,
buy new shoes
hem new slacks,
decide what to wear
which to pack;
pull out the luggage
make sure bills are paid,
notify relatives
reservations have been made.
You spend a week
taking photos
and seeing the sights
eating in restaurants
from morning till night
Then the time arrives
to say your goodbyes.
Returning filled
and caught up;
completely exhausted
and happy to be home,
you have to wonder......
why we think vacations are so restful.
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