…with any luck I will be far more relaxed.  Okay – those who know me in person can stop laughing hysterically at the thought of using my name in close proximity to the term “relaxed.”  It does happen, you know.

Tonight, I leave for Jackson, MS, and the in-laws, and, on Sunday, I will be flying my way to sunny Orlando, FL, where I will spend seven days in a resort condominium with several of my good friends.  And, hold on your your socks – I have nothing, and I do mean NOTHING planned. 

Let me repeat that with emphasis – I, Robbin, have not scheduled a single activity.  I have not bought tickets.  I have not checked calendars.  Nada.

There are vague plans involving the Magic Kingdom, the beach and the volcano pool at the resort.  I have packed the appropriate towel-in-the-sand reading material and sun block.

If you are incredulous about this, I should remind you that I backpacked across Europe, by myself, with nothing but three changes of clothing and a Eurail pass, without the benefit of a single hotel reservation.  I pretty much decided the night before where I wanted to end up in the morning and I slept a couple of nights on train platforms while trading personal possessions with other traveling young Americans and Swedes (for some reason, Scandanavian students make up a disproportionate number of young European backpackers).

So for those of you who think I am incapable of either spontaneity or a placid state of mind:

Poopy on you.