Tuesday, February 21, 2006

A real vacation.

Yesterday, as I've been doing for the past few years around this time, I took the day off work. It was the first time for a while that time off actually felt like time off - no worries, no pressures, no need to be around anyone.
It felt more like a birthday than my own real one. Strange; maybe it was the feeling that I was observing something that actually meant something to me. Whatever it was - and that's the likeliest explanation - I felt more at ease yesterday than I have for a while. If only I could let her know in person.
Thank you, Cindy.

1 comment:

The Archivist said...

Mate, that was a wonderful message to Cindy.