I’ve officially been “on vacation” since yesterday. Unfortunately, there must be some sort of evil vacation-hating spirit out there that clues people in that I’m trying to take time off. It certainly alerted the neighbor’s lawn crew that today would be the perfect day to start mowing at 7:20 a.m. And, so far I’m up to three work crises that I’m trying to manage remotely. Fortunately, I think I can move crises one and two into the “solved” column, but I’m in the midst of crisis three and waiting for a phone call as I type.
If that phone call doesn’t come in the next fifteen minutes or so, I’m going to be waiting for it at the pool…because hanging out, getting some sun, and reading my latest summer novel comprise the totality of my plan for the day.