Two long weekends in three weeks. And now I must return to work again. A feeling of great loss overwhelms my being. I remind myself that it is only a four day work week. I then remember that the following week is another four day work week thanks to required child sporty travel. I then remember that I have booked all required and planned vacation days till end of calendar year and I still have seven days in the bank to fritter away. Methinks that this year I shall use them wisely. I’m older now. Almost 49. I like my time off unlike crazed boomers who actually don’t use all of their allotted vacation each year. I shall never be like them. I have books to write and read. And clouds to watch.