Well, what can I say.  Jamaica Inn has become my home away from home.  This time I enjoyed a quiet week in Ocho Rios while Mardi Gras raged in New Orleans.  Other than my one excursion to Jacana Farm (see blog) I confined myself to the beach, the ocean and my verandah.  I read the most delicious gossip about the Royal Family and a Daniel Silva novel.  I watched old movies at night and enjoyed a lot of room service.  Murray at the bar makes the best planter’s punch in the galaxy.  Patrice is a friend. And I enjoyed the quiet time.  But now I’m back at home and work and I’m happy about that too.  My mom, my dogs, my kitchen… when the wheels of the plane touched down in New Orleans last night and I was home, that made me happy too.

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