Seventy Two Days: But Who Is Counting?

I am, that’s who. Summer vacation once again. Which means I will forget what day of the week it is, unless it is bowling on Mondays and Tuesdays. Or golfing, fishing, or meeting for an early happy hour. And I don’t need to know what day it is to get to the gym.

Yup, this is the best part of my job; the time off. It is like being in college for ever. So I gotta stop writing, because I think it is an early happy hour Saturday!

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