You might not have noticed, but I'm on vacation from this blog.
I've been realizing something since Saturday (my last official day of work). It's like this. I'm pretty good at a few things. I have a knack at rehabilitating pitiful dogs and a decidely green thumb. I can analyze a poem, play a concerto, speak French fluently, and drive a submissive to frenzy. But I really suck at vacation.