Still sticking firm to my decision to take a knitting vacation.  Of course it has only been 12 hours, but still.  Perhaps it's this lovely little book I'm reading or the fact that I hate casting on a project.

Perhaps I'll actually get some things done around the house that needed to be done that I had been neglecting.  Or perhaps I'll daydream about the wonderful lunch Andrew and I had at this little restaurant in St. Maarten.