I have slipped my collar. Hopped the fence. Kicked over the traces. I am gone, Daddy, gone.
Well, at least until the 20th.
Ironically, I'll probably post more this week than I've done in the past few. I'll have the time, I'll be in a good mood, and I might even have something interesting to say. Stranger things have happened.
If I manage to tear myself away from this desk, that is. I'm still at work as I write this. Technically my vacation started 8 minutes ago, but it looks like someone just emptied a paper-recycling bin in my cubicle and I can't make myself leave. I really should try to find the pale pink pebbly surface underneath this pile of crap. All I need is a little teeny square of it to suggest the idea of some sort of order. I should probably clear a larger space for people to put problems and questions for me while I'm away.
Nah. Let 'em fend for themselves. I'm taking myself to dinner (and no, it won't be chicken and broccoli. I'm thinking Indian, maybe), then I'm going to either take in a movie or paint pottery at a local arts-and-crafts studio until closing time.
Buh-bye for now.