Hell is the inane chatter at post-summer vacation parties. I am sitting having TV lunch with my kids (hell every lunch is TV lunch on a staycation) and they’re actually talking to me. I have all the time in the world to read (a record seven books in two months) and finish my writing. Instead, we talk about delayed flights and missed connections that are at par for the course during the summer. “I’ve been here all through, but perhaps end August I go away somewhere for a few days.” I reply.

Source: dna August 13, 2017 00:33 UTC