Every so often, you need a chance to decompress. Between stress in the workplace, and stress at home, it often seems like there’s just no escape.
So, now I’m playing hookey. I lined things up at work so that I could get out, and out I am. I’m sitting on our downtown mall, under a tree that’s raining red and yellow leaves, drinking a nice Dogfish Head Raison D’Etre. It’s about 74F out here right now, with an occasional light breeze that swirls the leaves around over the brickwork street. There’s wireless internet access. I think I could decompress here.
There’s still no escape, really. All the same issues are there after I’m done here as there were before I came. But maybe I’ll be in a better place to meet ’em.
It’s worth a shot.