Ok, I have a vacation hangover.

No, really:

I can’t  remember the last time I went on a seven day vacation.

My honeymoon? I think even that was 6 days…

I stayed up late last night playing on my phone pretending I didn’t have to come back to work.

And then the day began.

All I will say is that I survived.

It was one of those days when you make it to work physically, but mentally stay home.

Let’s go take a million more vacations we never want to come back from.

I can’t wait.

I love you.

-Dad