I could lie on the beach forever. Or at least until I turn lobster-red.
Yes, I am still alive. Cancun was fun, although truly, I don't feel any urge to return there in the near future (unlike every time I return from Paris). The beaches there are lovely, and the water is that gorgeous Caribbean blue. Of course, like the idiot I am, I didn't apply sunscreen properly, and have ended up with a burn around where my bikini lay (every year, this happens. You'd have thought I'd have learned my lesson by now, but I haven't), and my forehead is ever-so-slightly peeling. It's really attractive.
While our B&B in Cancun supposedly had wireless internet access, I couldn't get it to work, which meant that I couldn't check my email - the longest I've gone without checking email, I think, since I entered college. (My phone did work down there, but I screened all my calls. And by "screened", I meant "ignored.") It was a lovely vacation, but now it's back to the grind.
And by grind, I mean that I'm in Boston for a conference, undoubtedly the majority of which I'll end up skipping again (like last year, although this is a different conference). I guess I have to attend the part where I present my poster, but aside from that...