I need a vacation.

Given that I’m planning a wedding and honeymoon, I know my vacation-energy should be channeled to that . . . but maybe that’s why I need a vacation. Way before November.

I got in a minor car accident a month ago. The other driver and I are both fine, thank goodness, and I know that’s the important thing — but it rattled me. Big time. It was the first crash I’d been in that was really a crash, and I didn’t want to get behind the wheel again for days. I had to, of course; living in the suburbs, I can’t exactly walk to work. Not if I want to get there sometime this month.

So I’ve been going to my “happy place.” Almost four weeks later, my car is still not completely back to normal — despite a handful of trips to the body shop. Thinking about it makes me groan in frustration, so I’m trying not to. It will get fixed. These are just the adult things adults deal with — insurance; follow-up; messes — and I have to just keep pushin’ on. I have my car back, even if it’s not 100 percent, and I realize that’s lucky, too.

Still. Happy place.

Since getting back from California last June, Lake Tahoe has become one of my mental escapes. Though Spencer and I were both sick from the altitude during our 24-hour stay, even we couldn’t miss how gorgeous it was. Like many of the places we saw on our tour, I wish we’d had more time to explore the area — but that’s just a reason to go back!

And I would like to go back.

Like, tomorrow.

Or maybe Saturday.

We also stayed in one of the coolest hotels ever and had our own suite — with a dining room table and couch! Which would have been especially awesome if Spence and I weren’t up half the night with sour stomachs, coughing and sweating to death. I was actually pretty worried he’d come down with a legit illness — and wasn’t sure how we were going to take care of him on a bumpy bus as we made our way across Northern California, some 3,000 miles from home.

That’s the part of vacation you don’t see in those adorable trip wrap-up posts, eh?

He felt much better in the morning, thankfully — and so did I. Whatever had befallen us in Lake Tahoe eased as we got back to flatter land. And by the time we made it to Yosemite National Park, I actually felt fine . . . despite the fact that we were still way up higher than the swamplands I’m used to in Maryland.

Guess we were just super excited to see some waterfalls.

Ooh, waterfalls . . .