So, yesterday was my last day in the office before vacation. The night before I had this dream:
I was in the mountains and there was a cow, of the classic black and white variety. (They're the best kind, right?) Further in the dream, I no longer saw the cow. I realized I had failed to tell the cow the important information I was supposed to convey. D'oh!
I woke up in a panic, scouring my brain, trying to think:
a) what the hell was I supposed to tell the cow?
b) how can I find the cow again to convey this critical data?
It took me a good 30 seconds to wake up enough to realize that, maybe, just maybe, I shouldn't be worried about this.
Still, I spent a good bit of the day with that feeling that I was forgetting something. But you know what? I'm done. If I forgot something, I no longer care what I forgot. (Is this senility? Hm, not so bad!)
What the heck am I saying? (You don't know either?) I'm saying (if it isn't already abundantly clear from my disjointed and increasingly parenthetical posts):
It's time for vacation.
Adios, muchachos y muchachas! And, if you see the cow, tell her to text me.
Yours 'til Niagara Falls, 'til Hungary fries Turkey in Greece, 'til the kitchen sinks,