I am on vacation this week.
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Frank Sinatra, Jr. provides the soundtrack
to all my vacations. |
OK, I'm not going to the beach. And I have to work two days this week. And the vacation doesn't actually start until later this afternoon.
But believe me, I'm on vacation this week.
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And I'm this happy about it. |
Precocious Daughter is staying with her dad's family in New York right now (and has already suffered her first travel-related crisis, in that she forgot to pack her straightening iron and will have to face the Big Apple with poofy hair). I need to not be in the house with her dad while she's gone. So I'm staying with a friend in an undisclosed location.
Because I don't think my estranged spouse will get a wild hair and start calling everyone I know demanding to know where I am. But I didn't think he'd go through my stuff and throw it out, either. I don't want to put anybody in the position of having to lie when asked if they know what I'm doing this week. Hence the undisclosed location.
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Things do have a tendency to blow up. |
It's a bit nutso, yes. But right now it's the best I can do. And I'm going to enjoy the hell out of the next five days. Because I'm going to be safe and comfortable and with a friend. And even the two days I have to work will feel like vacation, because honestly, it's not my job I need a vacation from.
Oh, and I'll be fully wired-in, so I can write vacation blogs!
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Again, without the beach. |
You lucky people.
Anyway, I have to pack and stuff. You'll be hearing from me. I'll bring you a T-shirt.
Look, if for some reason, life ever brings you to Nashville, TN, give me a shout and I'll put you up.
ReplyDeleteI hope the vacation is going well, m'lady. I know the feeling to which you allude.
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