In just over an hour I will be leaving work and then I have the next six days off. It feels like every minute is hanging, a question mark of infinite length, drawing out the torture of knowing I will be kicking it for real after getting on the plane tomorrow morning. We will be visiting family, showing off our daughter, going to the zoo and the brewery; were going to eat real Chinese takeout and Thai food, Coney Island and Slurpees… For six days it’s going to be a real treat, and then we can come back to this.

Next year I’m going surfing, I swear.