In two days, I’ll be almost to San Diego. I don’t think I’ve ever needed a vacation as much as I need this vacation. Seriously. I’m losing command of the English language. I can’t complete sentences. It takes me a few minutes to finish thoughts. I am being physically affected by my exhaustion.
But, on Thursday, I’m going to be chilling. I may tour some local wineries. I may take a two hour tour of the bay. I may walk in the Gaslight district. I am definitely going to sit at the beach and witness a Pacific sunset. Just talking about the possibilities makes my muscles relax.
The best part about this: I’m going back to CA 15 days after I return home for work. I’m going to work like a dog when I’m out there for work, but it’s still NOT Philadelphia. So, I’m going to pretend that I’m on a mission trip when I’m out there. Heck. My job is like a mission trip. A permanent mission trip.
Feeling better. Thank God for that.