As I write this it’s Day 8 of my 10 days off.
The first five days were a blur of not doing much — reading, laundry, cleaning out my bathroom junk drawer. I watched a lot of reality TV, dozed on the couch, thought about washing my windows, made a pot of black beans one day, which were very good, thought about cleaning out the refrigerator.
Then came Day 6 — Beach Day. We strapped our bikes onto the back of the truck and drove to Clearwater Beach, the clear, blue sky and hot, hot sun designed by the chamber of commerce.
Or perhaps God.