I need a vacation.
I don't need to go to a tropical island or run away to Europe or anything. I need a vacation from myself. Have you ever felt that way? You're tired of hearing yourself speak, tired of the things you do, tired of the lack of motivation that seems to plague your every day?
I swear it's the season. We need this cold and wet weather to snap. When the season starts changing we'll all feel better. If nothing else, the dry and cracked hands I'm working with will pop back to life some. You know you live in a strange climate when your skin actually splits. I know, I know, there's creams for that. I've tried the creams, believe me.
I'd like to stay home for a week. I want to write in my den, walk to the bakery, drink coffee and whiskey, and just remain silent for several days on end. I can't even get into the HGTV I have to catch up on. I've missed so many episodes of my shows. I probably sound like a grandmother now, what with "my shows" and all. You know what I'm saying. You're all either addicted to something on Netflix, something on HBO, or something on the Food Network (Chopped, anyone?)
I actually don't care for t.v. I don't even have cable. I stream it all. I am reading a pretty wild book right now called The Children of Time. It is about a weird world that humans terraformed with hopes of escaping Earth and going there. You and I are no strangers to understanding that Earth cannot last forever. Anyway, it's sci-fi and maybe that's not for everyone, but this is more about the human evolution and our own history here on Earth; the way people get into power, how religion was developed, etc. It's a deep concept but I swear it will keep you hooked. Although, there is the spider thing...
Moving on. I need to write, read, dine, drink, listen to music, sleep, and maybe take a shower. That's my vacation. I don't claim to be anything special or different. I like takeout food just like you. And just like you, I'm also tired of reading/writing this.
Talk soon.
Barry