Or: The Perils of Vacationing
WordPress, Facebook, Twitter, and all the other things that pass for communication nowadays, are chock full of Father’s Day sentiments. After a while you start passing over these posts, eyes glazed over, looking for something decidedly not Father’s Day related.
Well, look no further, fellow FD-wearied readers! Other than that opening paragraph, that’s all I’m going to say about the thing that I said I was not going to talk about any further.
But I had to mention it just enough for it to count as a clever marketing ploy.
You’ve probably noticed (or, more than likely, you have NOT noticed) that I have been absent for about a week from the hallowed hallways here at WP. That is because I was away for a much-needed vacation.
I am a bad vacationer, because I don’t know how to relax.
Furthermore, I get so filled with angst and stress and anxiety while preparing for a vacation, that a typical vacation is not long enough to recover from my Vacation Preparation Stress Disorder (VPSD). It takes me a good 3 or 4 days for me to stop clinging to the metaphorical vacation chandelier and to ease back down to the floor whereupon I can finally take my first, deep, cleansing breath of vacation air.
At which time, it is time to return to work.