Saturday morning rolls around and I wanted to sleep in.  Not that I really know what sleeping in feels like.  Quite honestly I can’t remember the last time I slept in.  I’m sure I have, I just can’t remember when.

I’m mentally exhausted and desperately in need of a cocktail-on-the-beach kind of vacation.  Reality says though, I’m waking up in my home not on a beach.  So I convince my eyes to slowly open and observe the four walls of an interior room sans sand, surf and umbrella drink.  In doing this I realize I have absolutely no excuse to be so leisurely.  You simply can’t be lazy unless of course you have an umbrella drink in your hand. Continue reading →