No Espana.
Yes, go for a walk. Maybe to church.
Yes, go on vacation. A few days at the shore, alone. Bring a trashy novel or at least something that will totally distract.
Find a job. One that suits the "work to live" quotient.
Think about the next fifty years. If our life course is circular, I should consider that I'm at about the half-way point. I can just get more youthful from here on out.
Oh, work things out with the sister that irritates, the sweetie that you don't feel sweet towards and the woman who is grouchy when you ask for a cup of coffee.
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