Over the past few days here on Singer Island, I’ve continued to log our Marriott and Marriott Vacation Club journeys over the past twenty-three years. I’ve consulted reservation histories, personal notes, poems, and my daily journal for clues as to Marriott owned hotel/resorts stays all these years. An Excel sheet now lists them by date and occasion. We even collected more reward points by sitting in on a sales presentation this morning, electing to not invest any additional dollars in this program going forward.

The “early” meeting disrupted my routine of running and writing, as has been the case with our first week here. Once again, I only managed the minimum mile for the third time this week and missed another blog entry. I guess there actually is such thing as a vacation in retirement, especially if you define it as a complete modification of daily habits – like Thursday’s change in our normal sunbathing schedule to accommodate the weather forecast. Routine-less days make the hands on the clock even harder to track.

Yesterday, we went to the grocery store for the second time since our arrival, in anticipation of company this weekend. We also have free Showtime, so we’re catching up on the Billions series. Rain is once again in the forecast but it’s surprisingly sunny by the pool as I write these words. No, wait now it’s suddenly cloudy! A storm sent us packing early yesterday, but stopped just before we walked down the block for ice cream – just another twist in the normal routine.