Well, we are home.
Sadly, our vacation was not as restful as I had hoped.
We missed the first day because, as you know, snow hates me.
We made it to Folly Beach on Monday evening. We got to our rental house, unpacked...and discovered we had no water.
The company came to turn it on, and a pipe burst. So we had to move.
The house we got was nicer in some ways than the original, though the view was not as good.
Then our cat started getting sick. She had been coughing since Christmas, and we figured it was a hairball. But she seemed to be getting worse, so on Tuesday, we took her to the vet. Likely diagnosis: hairball.
Tuesday night, we started panicking that she might have a blockage, so we went to the emergency vet at midnight. Several hours, some x-rays and $250 later (wow...vet prices are so much lower in SC!), we confirmed our suspicion that we are overly paranoid because of the recent death of our older cat. Likely diagnosis: hairball.
Vacation improved from there, though we didn't get much sleep with our cat coughing every night. She started improving by Thursday, and we had a nice New Year's eve Friday...until the Gamecocks lost their bowl game. But then we had a nice toast at midnight. I have decided that since 11 is my favorite number, 2011 is going to be awesome.
I don't do New year's resolutions...some twenty year's ago, I made a resolution not to make any more New Year's resolutions, and that one I have kept. I do have some goals unrelated to the New Year. But I will share those tomorrow. For now, I am going to savor being back in the land of the interwebs and our awesome bed.
Happy New Year y'all!