I am wallowing in post-vacation depression.
It’s definitely the “let-down” after the high. Not to mention, the home-town weather took a turn. Granted, it was sunny, but a cool 72 degrees today. And I saw the dreaded s-word on the highest peaks. I am not even going to mutter the word. It’s only August, for crying . . . → Read More: The Keys, Tiny Bars and Pink Mohawks