Why is the week before vacation the worst?
I mean appointment after appointment, all this stuff to get finished and accomplished and I'm never going to make it. Not in a million years. Don't get me wrong, I love to travel. It feeds the muse, it lets me relax and focus and remember why I love what I do, but still...
Getting prepared to travel sucks hairy monkey balls.
That said, my daddy has a new foal this morning and I'm pondering making biscuits.
Much love, y'all,