I can not bring myself to have an opinion on anything this week.
Well, that’s not entirely true. I always have opinions. What I’m having trouble doing is finding one subject that so compels me to share that opinion with our loyal readers that I can bang out a few hundred words about it.
If I have an opinion on anything this work week it’s that it should end, and soon.
Call it vacation fever. At the end of today, I will be on vacation for 10 days.
Who goes on vacation the second week of February you ask? Moi.
I don’t know if it’s the cold, the snow, the rain, the snow again, the rain again, my sciatica or the Tasmanian devil that now lives at my house disguised as the world’s cutest puppy, but something has me entirely too grumpy lately. Just ask my wife, who this week called me a “sourpuss.”
I’m usually a little grumpy, so no one would really notice that. But lately I’m a lot grumpier, enough that I’m annoying myself.
So, sick and tired of being sick and tired, I put in for a week of vacation. At some point during said vacation I plan on going into the wilderness, or at least as far as my dad’s little house in the boondocks. (Whether it’s going to be too cold and wet to prevent breaking out the tent and backpack remains to be seen.)
But I’m going somewhere with no phone, no computers and bad cell service. No traffic. Very few people. And hopefully less stress.
I can not wait.
During this period, please do not contact me. No e-mails. No calls. No Morse code, smoke signals or carrier pigeons.
I will not be in.
I will file a column for next week, though hopefully before I leave tonight. If not, good ol’ Elrod Fontana might make a guest appearance. Elrod loves filling in for me.
Other than a trip to the middle of nowhere, I have no other plans, except maybe to watch the “No Country for Old Men” DVD that just celebrated its first anniversary at my house. (When Netflix says no late fees, I take them at their word.) Oh, and I hear there’s a big football game this Sunday.
And by the way, in case you wondered what news junkies do on vacation, I can only speak for myself, but I won’t be reading, watching, listening to or otherwise monitoring any news, except maybe for the weather. I’m in the news business, so how is it a vacation if I’m constantly wrapped up in the news while I’m on it?
My plan is to return to work gloriously ignorant of current events. Then the news will be new to me again, which is sort of the point.
Of course, it might make writing that week’s column challenging. But by then I should be up for it.
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