Even Magnets Take Vacation

I'm almost done packing, which is to say I know what I'm going to pack.

I'm taking a hiatus for a few days. It's a little family R&R on the beaches of Clearwater, FL. It's an opportunity to recharge the batteries. And I for one need some recharging.

In the last couple of months:

• I sprained my ankle
• My son's hamster died
• My dog nearly died, and will likely never fully recover from back injuries
• My father-in-law had emergency surgery, nearly died, and spent over two weeks in the hospital -- fortunately, he is home now and much improved
• I've been swamped at work
• I got the flu and missed two days from work
• My wife caught my flu and missed two days from work
• My creative juices have dried up and I've only written about fifteen or so pages on my third book
• My best friend's grandfather passed away
• I've begun sleeping on the train -- a habit I despise

Needless to say, I could use a moment or two of kicking off the sandals, feeling the sand between my toes, cracking open some stone crab claws and not feeling like I have to do anything.

I'll try to post a little something from sunny Florida.

But don't hold your breath for it.