The more I'm part of grown-up reality, the more I dream of having a little sandwich stand on the beach. Or if not a beach, then a lake. Or if not a lake, then being a ski bum. I'd have a lot of sandwiches on my menu. And beer. And bottled water and sunscreen. Some people prefer that over beer, you know.
Tonight I came home from work and went straight to sleep in my comfy bed. For an hour. I was still groggy when I woke up around 7:30. But I was compelled to at least take a walk, which I did for about 50 minutes. And by compelled, I mean that I felt like it was a step toward getting back on schedule. Getting back to reality.
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