It's 6:00am on a Friday and I'm on vacation, why am I up so early?
Maybe it was my dogs barking or maybe I forgot to unset my alarm, either way I wanted no parts of this early morning life. After a couple minutes of denial, and trying to rock myself back to sleep, the morning routine began: checking email and flipping through Flipboard while one-handing my iPhone one eye half-closed. Ah, it's no use, on to the best part of waking up, Don Francisco's coffee pressed in my cup.
By noon I'd already dropped my wife off at the hair salon, checked our barbecue sauce inventory at Whole Foods and eaten a hearty breakfast of cheese-eggs, fried fish and home potatoes. Over breakfast, Pops and I discussed being married with children, the alternative minimum tax increase and everything in between. He grew up picking cotton for pennies and I grew up watching school mates beat up over the color of their $5 cotton t-shirt, our polar-opposite views of the world always make for heated debates.
Vacation days always travel at twice the speed of work ones. I had a list of things to do today, including cleaning the office and washing both my dogs and my truck. Unfortunately I only accomplished the latter. The last Friday of 2012, payday even; I should be out partying it up like all the other hipster 30-something's in LA. I should be standing on the other side of someone's velvet rope, shivering in the cold, wearing shoes that hurt my feet. Instead, I'm at home, drinking a nice ruby port reading the Journal.
It's 10:00pm on a Friday and I'm on vacation, why am I in bed so early?
About the author: Moses Collins is an Executive Assistant by day who writes by moonlight. Words lay down for him like lovers do, long winded pro(se) no haiku. @mosaeus