My vacation starts this weekend, but my mind is already gone. After a trip to Six Flags, a blissful anniversary weekend, and plenty of Sunday family time, I hated to go back to work today. True to form, Raelyn was an angry toddler at daycare this morning, the work is piled up to my eyeballs, and I had a nasty message on my voicemail from a hormonally-imbalanced contract writer waiting for me when I got in.
This vacation cannot come soon enough. I’ve done enough work and moved enough projects along to slack off the rest of the day and I’m fulfilling that promise. The fruity drinks are flowing and the cool breeze is blowing. At least they are in my head.