I’ve been reluctant to discuss my summer plans, as I’m afraid it might be read as an invitation to come rob my house while I’m away. Please don’t do that, OK?
And trust me, there is nothing here to take, except the cat. If you are reading this and forming a plan to come rob Vaka Design’s house? The cat is all yours. Mazel tov. His food is in the cabinet next to the sink, and I wouldn’t advise substituting a cheaper brand, as a cheaper brand leads directly to bloodshed. Did I ever mention that I keep the diamonds in the cat? I do. And the gold casting grain, and the sapphires, the emeralds, and any extra hundred dollar bills I have lying around. All IN the cat. Not that I’m recommending it, but that cat is extremely valuable, and it would behoove someone to steal him while I’m gone.
I haven’t taken a vacation since I started the business, and holy wowwy wow wow, I need one. I’m a bit fried, and my attitude ….well, blogosphere, my attitude sucks just a bit, and nobody does sucky attitude as well as I do. Not to brag, but when my attitude goes bad, it goes impressively bad: Nothing is good! Everything is bad! Nothing will ever, ever work out! I throw myself into that bad attitude like an LSD-tripping pig throws itself into mud; the suckiness is me and I am it; it is everything.
I don’t do things in halves, do I? Nope. Maybe I need a break? Chyea.
When you work from home, you never really stop, do you? The best things about working from home are also the worst things: your work is right there, right in the next room! It’s wonderfully-slash-terribly easy to zip back in to do one more little thing. It’s guilt-inducing when you don’t go back in. You might break at the end of the day, but you never really stop thinking about work unless you go far, far away.
So, off to Maine I go!
As many of you know, I spent my childhood summers in Maine, with my grandparents. Recently, my Mom razed the old cabin and built a new one. With indoor plumbing! I kid you not, we now pee inside, like the highbrow folk.
Our house is on a lake, close to Mt. Desert Island and Acadia National Park, and so the boys and I will be doing plenty of swimming and hiking and climbing on rocks and slapping at mosquitoes. Life will be good, and I will be posting from Maine. Because I still like the blog and I like you, just not gold. I hate gold. I HATES IT!
In the meantime, I’m tying up my loose ends. We’re getting our house pretty and nice so that it will be nice to come home to, and I’m finishing up last-minute orders. Now that I know they are last minute orders, and then I get a break? I love them, just a little.