I love vacation
I love vacation, I really do. What with the eating and the mountains and the dogs and the toddlers and the parties and the climbing and all, it's most marvelous.
What I don't love is getting back from vacation and picking up the dog and sorting the mail and dumping all my dirty laundry into the basket--and then packing the bag again in order to fly out 18 hours later for two days of meetings and site visits.
... and somewhere in there I have to write a pinch-hit that I promised. WTF was I thinking? Ah, well, I guess that's what the airport is for.
And I have no idea if I even have any clean laundry. Argh.
Crossposted from DW, where there are
comments; comment here or there.
What I don't love is getting back from vacation and picking up the dog and sorting the mail and dumping all my dirty laundry into the basket--and then packing the bag again in order to fly out 18 hours later for two days of meetings and site visits.
... and somewhere in there I have to write a pinch-hit that I promised. WTF was I thinking? Ah, well, I guess that's what the airport is for.
And I have no idea if I even have any clean laundry. Argh.
Crossposted from DW, where there are
comments; comment here or there.