I’ve hit double digits. I feel crampy and my temperature is a little down. I don’t think this cycle worked.
I’ve never really had a “go to an exotic/warm/vacationy place and just relax/read/do nothing” vacation. Maybe I’d try that?
As a kid, the vacations I remembered were road trips (I get carsick, and my mom wasn’t ever a good navigator and my dad was short tempered and wasn’t tolerant of faults in others) with a lot of museums. I mean the museums-part of it was fine, just the rest wasn’t anything I could relaxed during and enjoyed.
As an adult vacations have been either to visit friends/family (Iowa) or to look at places to move (SF/NYC). Sleeping in and not going to work is nice, but, again, it’s not super relaxing.
Maybe I’d like to go somewhere with a beach and a stack of books I’ve been meaning to read or something like that.