Breather

Life is an unremitting series of boss battles and no save points.

It is increasingly difficult to “get away” these days. I have accumulated a week of paid vacation days that I can’t actually use. I have the all-too-rare opportunity to leave town this weekend, and I am taking it. I am going to my brother’s house in St. Charles, where several other people are meeting for Game Day—total, unbridled sloth, planned months ago. Besides, there’s no karate Saturday anyway, so I’m hardly being irresponsible by skipping it.

I have a lot on my plate (far more than people give me credit for, evidently) and I will continue these priorities on Sunday evening. Do note that I am not complaining, I am not whining, I am not pontificating, and I am not stressing. I am simply being matter-of-fact about this: I owe no explanations, and I shouldn’t have to prove anything. I am taking a brief respite after which I will reassume my endeavors in productivity. I will explain more at that time. After all, I suppose you only know what I tell you.

I am leaving straight from work this afternoon.