There are two kinds of vacations: forced march and beach. The former consists of constant motion, Michelin green guides, history, art, hundreds of photos, half-a-dozen espressos a day. Beach trips are the opposite: sloth, sleep and books.
This was, mostly, a beach-type trip. It was also my longest vacation since my honeymoon (and I've been divorced for a decade). Two weeks is a long time to be away from the office. And a lot of reading.
I'm home and happy about it. I've got tons of work waiting--and looking forward to it. Plus the pennant races. And pro football.
I even returned in time for USC-Ohio State last night--but gave up at the half.