All I can think about this week is the fact that I'm going on vacation starting Friday evening. I try to think of posts to write, but my mind keeps drifting to the coast, a well-stoked wood stove, with my Significant Other by my side (or possibly underneath or on top.) This upcoming respite from the madding crowd is only five nights, but we have been anticipating this little break for months.
This trip is also serving as a honeymoon for my love and I. My son doesn't get to go, which is too bad, because he "wants to go to the moon too." Maybe next time. This time it's just my S.O. and myself, with the Pacific to our west and the sunrise to the east.