The emails don’t know I’m on vacation. They keep arriving.
The world doesn’t know I’m on vacation. It keeps spinning.
Even my shower brain seems fuzzy on the concept. It keeps spitting ideas at me as I shampoo my head.
But the rest of me clearly knows. I’m spending hours reading, chatting, resting, being. And it feels perfectly divine.
The emails, world, and shower brain will just have to wait until Monday. I’ve set the out of office message.
|Sitting by the pool. Waiting for adult swim to end.|