It's Sunday afternoon and 86F outside. This is the first day I have designated as a 'day off' work. Working for myself and selling from home has become a 24/7 occupation. Where did my week go? Why am I on the PC on my day off? Oh, yes, there were two items to ship. Pack up, then put them by the door. They say to me 'take me to the drop box - NOW!' Boxes talk to me. I already took 6 last night at midnight (Saturday night - no time for partying) but they want more. 1:24pm. 18 hours till the post office opens. OK boxes you win. But I want to make a deal. I take you down to the drop box now, then I go to The Beach. OK? With my camera, take some pelican shots - still trying to get that pelican plus fish plus astonished surfer shot. Actually , that's kinda work too. Take photos, back to PC, edit-transform-correct color - send to photo agencies. Forget the camera, just me and my swim shorts and the beach. But it's Sunday, beach will be crowded. Day off was originally supposed to be a quiet weekday but someone has to stay and sign for the packages. Sometimes I go check the doorstep for them even when there are none expected. Who knows? Maybe one gets lost and finds me by mistake - needs redelivery/return/anything. Lady! Post Lady! It's me! Have you got those supplies I ordered? Yes Russ (she knows my first name) will bring them out tomorrow, no room in wagon today.

Free boxes! Delivered to my door! Click n ship! All I need now is to buy items to fill these boxes.

I need a vacation.