Relative Something

I do believe that I will need to be dragged, kicking and screaming, back to work today. I have been thrown out of the garden of Eden. I have been kidnapped from my crib. I have been ripped from my mothers arms and tossed out into the world with nothing to protect me from the packs of wolves.

Okay, okay. All we did was drive home from the lake to end a week of vacation. To top off our last day, moments before hopping in the car, we took one last swim. The water was divine. Perfect temperature, and calm as could be. Glassy. There was no boat traffic in the vicinity. It was like we were alone in the world.

I think we were.

Quite frankly, we plotted a couple of excuses for use in a call to my day-job to buy another week away. It doesn’t hurt to dream.

When we arrived home, we heated up some left-over pizza from our favorite Hayward source, Coop’s. We are soaking up every last morsel of one fabulous week of vacation at one very special place. Maybe I will try to avoid looking at the clock all day long so the work day will pass as quickly as a day of vacation.

Here’s another shot of the paradise we left behind…