A successful vacation! Kites were flown, boardwalk food was eaten, golf carts were ridden, my wife got to make a camp fire, many dogs were seen and made much of, a moose plushie was won in an epic battle with a claw machine*, and I slept a remarkable amount of hours. A good Mother’s Day was had by all.
*As it went into the hopper I half-hissed, half-shouted: To the last, I grapple with thee; for hate’s sake, I spit my last venom at thee in full Khan Noonian Singh mode. By now, my wife doesn’t even roll her eyes. She has become resigned to my little ways.
It’s Thanksgiving week, my wife and I have a (rare) Thanksgiving dinner of our own to plan, and all of my free time is getting sucked into getting the NaNoWriMo draft done. It’s not really a ‘vacation,’ per se, but I should try at least to feel less sad about doing content this week. I might even try to get to bed to earlier – nah, that’s crazy talk.
Had a nice little visit, saw the trees get their fall on, and have returned. Alas, the children have school in the morning, even though it’s a federal holiday and my wife has off. A tragedy, really. I don’t know what we’re going to do…
…when the kids are engrossed in their electronics (after pizza, ice cream, and the pool) and the wife is taking a nap in the other motel room bed. Oh, there’s noises. But they’re noises I don’t have to CARE about.
Damn, typing that out was like a magic spell, apparently. See you later.