Sweet Mercy, It's high time for a vacation.

Been working and working and working. Took a day off last Monday...to get the truck's 30K service and new tires. $1500 by the end of the day, the stuff we always daydream about on a day off.

I love my job, but endless 9-10 hr days starting with a screeching 4x4 inch plastic box tend to wear at sanity. Good thing I work with some really cool people or I woulda probably been Baker Act'd by now.

Really looking forward to some days off next month (yes a month, but there's a light at the end of the tunnel) to head to the beach. Just the idea of waking up only because it's gotten light outside and days of sand and water sloughing and rinsing the moss off the soul is enough to make me want to jump around like a 5 yr old.

A couple days of eating, drinking, eating and laying around in the sand. A day of walking the beach picking up all the broken beach toys, cig butts, plastic bottles, etc. the tourist (the locals would never do that!) leave behind. Maybe a day of tourist stops and the like topped off by a couple more days of eating, drinking and more eating.....that would fix my wagon.