Getting away for the holidays, once high on my list of priorities, has quietly shifted downwards behind a much needed visit to the dentist and auto repairs. Perhaps I'll revisit the 'Places/Books/Foods/Movies To See Before I Die' category in my binder before August comes around again. Paris, Rome and Barcelona are destinations only a flight (or two) away, yet somehow light years in actual execution. Yet, this morning I hesitate to quarrel with myself, and would prefer calm after a restless night. Maybe more tea and a buttered biscuit is called for . . .