As I emerged from the hive mind yesterday, darkness had yet to fall and thoughts of Spring sub-let my mind where vacation thoughts have been silently squatting. Possibilities include a “Spring Training” hang at Dad’s in Florida, toasting 150K American miles for a UK/France art excursion, and a Kerouac holiday “on the road” with my son across the states not identified with Don Ho or Sarah Palin. With four weeks of annual vacation I could potentially swing all of these, but won’t, especially with a basement family room to build before the dog days.
I’ll discuss this more with Maddy over breakfast which begins now. “Blues Clues” is ovah!