Zip, Zero, Zilch, Nada
It’s almost here: time to knock off and do nothing. We’re heading up to Aunt Bon’s this weekend for the holiday and I’m chasing down the hours.
Since returning from Europe, there’s been lots of jet lagged catching up both at work and home. The vacation was amazing, but I wish we would’ve spent 1 week sightseeing and 1 week of being beached whales somewhere (lesson learned here, folks). Multiple friends, family and coworkers have commented “Sounds like you need a vacation from your vacation” or “You look tired” or “Are you hungover?” It’s that bad.
Which brings me to this weekend. I’m not going fishing. I’m not riding 4-wheelers. I’m not berry-picking. I’m not even contemplating my normal road tour of Brimson. Oh, I’ll make food and work on the clean up crew – but that’s it. I will only be available for the following activities: bonfire-gazing, beer drinking, dock-sunning, Cribbage, eating, talking (let’s keep this to a minimum though), and sleeping.
So, to my beloved family members: if you see me laying on the ground somewhere random, don’t fret. I’m doing what I intended to.
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