A few days ago, my main concerns were:- applying enough sunscreen
- making sure the kids didn't get caught in the undertow
- keeping little hands from touching sea turtles...
A scant two days later, I find myself having driven four hours along Highway 1 in the dark (light faded at 4:30PM) and find myself in a small town in the middle of the Rocky Mountains named Princeton for a hockey tournament.
For peet sake! I was literally wearing two pieces of clothing (not counting flip flops) three days ago, and now, I'm packing multiple layers ...
After experiencing tropical island life for just over a week, I wonder whether my ancestors were oblivious to warmer climates, or were just plain lazy when they decided to emigrate from the British Isles...
Sigh...
I guess getting back to the regularly scheduled program can never be something that's gradual or forgiving.

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