A couple years ago we were on a perfect vacation: sun, sand, surf, good friends, a glorious escape from winter in Costa Rica. And sure, that would be nice right about now, but thanks to my gallbladder, dear friends, and family, I have the next best thing: a home filled with orchids, tropical plants, and bonsai. Our house has become a conservatory. It's a sunny enough day; I'll just pretend it's eighty degrees outside. Maybe I'll make a Vicodin mojito.