I need a vacation. A home vacation. The kind where you stay home for a week and get things done. It’s not necessarily relaxing, but it’s good for your peace of mind because all those little home projects that have been driving you crazy while undone can finally get done. But I don’t want to use up precious vacation days. I don’t see a solution. Nope, no possible solution. None at all. Sorry, can’t be done. I’ll just have to live with it. All or nothing. Now or never. Looks like the end of the line. No light at the end of the tunnel. Carpal tunnel. Carpe diem. Seize the carp! I don’t want a fish pond in my backyard. I’d be inviting all the mosquitoes to move in, get drunk, and have lots of mosquito babies. Running water would be better. I could totally live with a babbling brook. As long as I couldn’t hear it from my bedroom at night. You know you have to pee in the middle of the night when your dreams involve frantic searches for toilets.
I need a vacation from my brain.
momma betty
Speaking of babbling brooks…..