Back to work -- almost...

So my mini-vacation is drawing to a close. People have asked me where I went and I'll confess, I went nowhere. I cocooned. I stayed at home, read, watched movies, decluttered the closets (both upstairs and in the basement), put away all the Christmas decorations, put the furniture back in its proper place, caught up on laundry and generally rested and relaxed and ate a ton of chocolate, so also went for walks as well as shoveling more snow.

I now have five garbage bags full of clothes to go to charity, and several bags of garbage to go out in the trash. More importantly, I have a sense that I accomplished something during my rest besides rest -- although that's vital, too.

I personally find travel somewhat stressful, so it's actually more of a holiday sometimes for me to stay put and do a chore I've been putting off, in a slow and leisurely manner.

One of the things that gets me stressed when traveling, especially on a plane, is inconsiderate fellow passengers, the ones who are rude, demanding, loud and obnoxious, including those who don't raise their seats when food is served. I recently heard of one way a passenger got the yahoo in front to put his seat up in a brilliant, non-confrontational manner, because there's always that chance such folks are going to get aggressive and belligerent and who needs that in a small enclosed space? From The Toronto Star:

"I dipped my fingers into my water glass, and while feigning a huge sneeze, flicked the water drops onto his (bald) head. The seat went from zero to "upright" in a matter of seconds."

To which I say, BRAVO! And I plan to use this myself if I ever find myself in similar circumstances.

This is also the sort of thing I imagine writers of contemporary romance tend to remember and file away for use someday, the same way I take notice of interesting facts on the History Channel.