Whelp.
Tomorrow.
The work iPhone is turned off. The work laptops are shut. The Out of Office email replies are in effect. The electronics are charged. The undies are in the carry on. The flight (that apparently Alaska hasn't cancelled!) has been checked into. I shaved my balls. There's very little left to do but get a good night's sleep, jump in an Uber in the morning and get to the airport.
What a relief. No work for 9 days. No hobbit hole for 6 days. A week off from the boredom. A week off from the sitting on front of computer screens for work and then sitting in front of them for some form of entertainment. A week in the just barely uncomfortable heat outside that leads to the relief of the cool resort inside. I don't think I've ever needed a change of pace and scenery more in my life than right now, after all this bullshit, and I'm about to get it.
I'm thankful I'm in a position to get it. I've been disciplined with saving up the money and (somewhat) patient to find the best opportunity to go. The timing is good and my mindset is good. I'm so ready to get back to my home away from home and see my (bartender) friends away from friends. And make new (bartender) friends.
I'm in that favorite place that my head can go to. The day before a Vegas trip, where everything good can happen and nothing can go wrong. It may not, and it probably will, but in my silly little life...it don't get no better than this.
Talk to all 1.5 of you loyal readers next Friday.
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