As I crawl into bed tonight, I can't help but feel thankful. When I awake in the morning, eleven glorious days of vacation lie ahead of me. A vast expanse of time that I'm sure will go all-too-quickly, but sitting here right now it feels like forever. Days that will be filled with (somehow) pulling off a 25th anniversary party for my parents, two years of best pal catch-up, and perhaps (finally) washing my car.
Ah. This is living.