On the Road to {Vacation} Recovery

I see your summer vacation photos. Your trips to Maui and Cabo San Lucas. Your moonlit walks on the beach and leisurely bike rides through sleepy, romantic towns. I see these and I raise you the scenery along my 98 degree run the other night: Yes, a steaming pile of poop that spells “hi”. It’s kind of the perfect picture of our summer so far. Not really. But really, we are still recovering from our vacation from hell. Last I left it, we were about to board our flight to come home. Home sweet home. Home, the place I was afraid we wouldn’t get to when Taylor lit up like a…