At a certain point before going on vacation my body ceases to work. I have reached that point. I only have a four-day workweek, as Friday I will walk out the door of Bob’s Hogs in Tacoma and have no plans to return until early February. I’ve even managed to arrange a trip to San Diego to see how many feet my 15-year-old brother has grown in the six months since I’ve last seen him. You should hear him on the phone—he went from sounding like Mickey Mouse to Barry White in about 4 days.

I should be calling potential customers and filling out vendor registration forms. Instead, IÂ’m organizing computer files and blogging at work. Bad sign. I still have three more days to go.

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