Vacation

I woke up this morning on the second day of what is to be nine days away from work. Nine blissful, stressless days away from the ball and chain, the necessary evil, that is my job. This year, we decided not to muck up our time off by taking a vacation. You know, the relaxing trip to the Gulf of Mexico where you spent three weeks planning, stressing, and being agitated over getting there and then fuss and fume over what you are going to do while you are there. Where are you going to eat? Are we going to the dog races? Can I really afford the condo and the deep sea fishing? Then, when it’s over, you’re just ready to be home, you realize, hell, you are a day’s car ride away from home. This year, we decided to skip that relaxation and opt for more trips to the various lakes in Kentucky.

Anyway, I woke up Sunday morning, put on a pot of coffee to burn last night’s alcohol session with my brother-in-law from my brain, turned on the air conditioner in my sunroom – i.e., writing place and waiting for the fog to clear from my mind. It is July 1st in Kentucky. The temperature will hit the uppper eighties to low nineties with the humidity somewhere between one hundred and one hundred and twelve percent. People who aren’t from the southeastern United States have no concept of just how much you sweat, especially in the summer.

Another anyway, with all this in mind, I did the only thing a sane person could do. After my room was cool enough, I put the computer on my desk, poured another cup of coffee – it would soon turn to something stronger – and built a fire in the fireplace. Yes, you heard me right. Air conditioner, summertime, and fire in the fireplace.

Then, I sank into my stories.

I have no idea how people who cannot create their own realities, visualize them and put them onto cyber paper even get through the day. It must be a very lonely, empty existence.

 

As always, I thank you for reading. Have a great July, whereever you are.

 

Tim

 

 

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