Mostly Silent House

Jim was sick again yesterday and spent the majority of the day and night in bed. I rattled around quietly doing my thing, trying not to wake him.

He has chest congestion yet again, just like he did before the trip. It comes, it goes, he refuses to go to the doctor, just like a man.

Went out in the morning and was pleased to note that I could actually walk around the store. I had no trouble parking and there was no one arguing over booze prices. The San Jose tourist horde has officially departed!

Mostly I organized. I bought smaller plastic boxes to put our Christmas things in along with tools, assorted household repair items. I'm washing all of our beach things and packing them away. But the most important of my organizing is thing I always do after - my toiletries bag.

I learned years ago that we travel frequently enough to dedicate a small zippered bag to the things I need when I travel. Instead of rushing about grumbling tossing toothpaste and hairspray into a bad last minute I just pick up the bag and toss it in.

One of the things I do within a day or so of coming home is to make sure the bag is clean and fully stocked, getting travel or sample sizes of the things I need, from laundry soap to shampoo and everything in between. It makes travel so much easier to do it this way.

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