…but, hey, this is going to be the first real vacation that I’ve had since Hawaii in 2008 (and even then I still had the hassle of might-as-well-be-international travel to deal with). I pretty much have no responsibilities for the next two weeks; I mean, there are chores and stuff, and we’re going to triage the kids’ room right down to the floorboards, but that’s not the same as either the regular grind, or what I perhaps-foolishly called vacations in the past (a lot of flying, running around strange hotels, and not nearly enough binge drinking*).
All of which is a long-winded way of saying, no creative content tonight. Instead I had a beer and listened to the sounds of a resting house. I feel no shame.
Moe Lane
PS: OK, I won’t be able to get away with this tomorrow or Sunday. So noted. Still.
*I figure I’ll probably not make up for lost time there.
I’m a little worried how I’d end up with that much freedom, but I’m willing to give it a shot. Anyone want to take my kids and my clients for 2 weeks?
Anyone?
I’ve gotten to the point in my life where I’ve moderated drinking not because of the hangovers, or the expense of booze, but because too much drinking and I gain weight.