Sun, Sand, and Tequila
Long hours at the plant have taken their toll this week. I believe I’m overdue for a long weekend.
I mentioned to the wife that I’ve had a hankerin’ for a weekend on a river in the mountains (she doesn’t read these daily ramblings.) She thought a long weekend was a great idea, but had a different location in mind. So, we compromised, she said “the beach” and I said “sure.” After twenty-five years together I’ve finally learned the art of compromise.
We all need a little time away from the work-a-day world now and again. A long sandy beach, an umbrella, an ocean breeze, and a well stocked cooler by my side fits the bill just fine. Three or four days on the Outer Banks of North Carolina should do the trick.
I’ll leave the bus idling, y’all make yourselves at home.