As of midnight tonight, I am on vacation. And not a moment too soon. I’m running a cumulative sleep deficit that’s really messing with my head, man. (For example: I actually thought that sentence was funny.) Being able to go to bed at a normal time like an actual human will no doubt do wonders for my disposition, which right now is somewhere between that of a fussy toddler and a tweaker on a week-long mission. I’m tired and grumpy and I’d much rather be home with a cocktail and some nice music playing than sitting here at work, watching the clock tick down to V-hour. This deferred gratification thing is the shits.
Soon, however, I’ll be watching the pelicans flying in formation over First Beach as the sun sets behind James Island, with the roar of the surf and the wild scent of salt air washing my feeble brain clean again.
Just not soon enough.
I'll be back on the 29th, unless I drift out to sea.
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