Where I Am: At the Orlando International Airport, on the Escalator

What I’m Doing: Making my way down to the bottom of Terminal B where Magical Express awaits

We took our first weekend getaway to Walt Disney World this weekend and it’s a satisfying style of vacationing that we’re moving towards after our month-long sojourn last year. Well, we’re still going to Europe for three weeks this summer, but after that we’ll be tending toward more frequent, shorter vacations as opposed to the one big event vacation per year. My job enables me to get away a lot more often than Lisa’s does and she’s jealous that I vacation a lot more than she does. I’ll still be able to make a few trips that she won’t be able to, but she won’t feel as left out if we’re heading out on vacation a lot more often.

There’s been a new mark on my upper right cheek that’s appeared in the most recent pictures. It’s not a pimple. It’s what Lisa refers to as my “new freckle” and has expressed on numerous occasions, so many that it may be the only thing she’s said to me since it appeared, that she hates it with every fiber of her being. What’s in the picture is the scarred remains of the new freckle after I, in a misguided attempt to please my wife, scratched it off. I must have convinced myself that it was some prosthetic that had been applied to my face by some mischievous night-time makeup bandit, because I was genuinely surprised when, like any part of your person you try to remove by clawing off, it bled and clotted and became all that more noticeable.

It’s since returned to its normal state and is more of a blemish than a freckle now. Lisa hasn’t complained since, probably because it’s not as bad as the protruding scab pictured above.

If you’re interested in the Disney trip itself, there’s separate posts for the trip reports.