I've decided for the next two weeks, when I'm not working at work, I will not be working at home even if home is a king-size bed.
I shall lounge about in my hotel room, likely in my drawers while reading, writing and sipping.
That's a homeless man's vacation. On occasion I'll wander over to the steakhouse where I'll sup with friends sharing my bon mots like a seasonal snowstorm.
That sounds better than an old man living in a hotel room in his underwear, right?
Part of living is perspective. We all see the world through different shades but what we fail to understand is we can choose the shades. My shade will be positive. Another shade will be forgiveness. Certainly a shade will be smart-assery.
Shit. I'm starting to sound like a lyric from the rock band Rush. (Paraphrasing Linda Richman on SNL, the band was neither a rock band nor in a rush. Discuss.)
I plan on finishing two books I'm working on, "Extra Life," about how society has doubled life expectancy in 100 years, and "The Dawn of Everything," which takes a look at how early societies formed and operated.
If those don't sound fun, they are not but I'm learning.
I might read an old book of Calvin and Hobbes as a sorbet afterward, which were fun to read and I still learned something.
And, oh, some sipping.
Peace and sipping unto all of you my brothers and sisters.