A Post In the Machine.

End of the vacation (if that was actually a vacation). A poll or four. A very bad movie. A little music. Walkabouts. "The Gray Man." Great lyrics. A good book. See, this was work!

Wednesday is my Getaway Day. That’s what my partner and I call the last day of vacation but only she made it a great thing by, very simply, saying “don’t rush.” I don’t know if it was partly my anxiety or partly my on-to-the-next-thing brain or my blinders, which I used to wear a lot, where my brain would say, “this is the day I leave, so I need to leav…