In 2025, Feed the Beast of Self-Care
Ever Been on a 48-Hour Date?
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Paul and I put a bow on 2024 as we sipped and strolled through botanic gardens, neighborhood restaurants, art museums and posh hotels in Seattle. In all honesty, our spontaneous Amtrak trip more than satisfied the quandary I was in about gift-giving. Shouldering with others, crafting conversation, uber-immersing ourselves in whatever we could dream up next. Yes, that Uber, too. No driving. Felt like a 48-hour date.