My Bags Are Packed

We had a great week in Palm Desert. The Desert Willow is part of our Whistler Intrawest time share and so comfortable and familiar. We came about 10 years ago with the kids. do I need to tell you this was a different kind of holiday? The kind with no zoo and no Disneyland trip.
Yesterday we did drive 2 1/2 hours to Palomar to see the beautiful observatory. D is a bit of an astronomer. No he can't read your star chart. We have some lovely pictures, it was quite the trip over the southern mountains toward San Diego. The next time I go to San Diego will be next spring on a mission to build a house for a Mexican family. I knit on the Daybreak shawl on the way home despite the winding roads. I've almost done the stripy bit.
Today I was able to catch up on some video podcasts while D was in the gym. Then we went for our usual 1 1/2 hour walk, a coffee at the Starbucks in the Marriott across the street and to the pool after a light lunch. I embarrassed both of us by laughing out loud while reading the fourth (?) book in Kate Atkinson's Jackson Brodie series, Left Early, Took the Dog. So great and tight and dark and funny.
We had dinner at Roy's. We had another nice dinner at the same restaurant in Waikaloa over a year ago and they fussed over our 22nd anniversary. Sweet.
Tomorrow we fly home. Scott is having a party tonight and Emily is at camp for the weekend. Scary? We'll see.
It's so quiet and relaxing here, and it finally warmed today to 90 (32 Celsius). I feel like staying a few more days. That makes it easier to come back to.