In a few short hours, I’m getting out of the bowels of the demented bureaucracy for two weeks and just in time, too. Between a geriatric dog who wants everyone to come out and play at four in the morning – we haven’t had a full night’s sleep in weeks – and the aforementioned bureaucracy, I’m about ready to quit my life and head for a secluded cabin deep in the boreal forest. Instead, Mrs Thomson and I will spend time at home sleeping in (after kicking the enthusiastic oldster out at sunrise), playing a round of golf or two and taking care of a few things around the house, like loose stones on the walkway and towel bars pulling out of the wall. Hopefully it’ll be enough to get us into a better mood by the end of it. I plan on doing a lot of nothing in between the golf and the chores other than perhaps puttering around with my hobbies. However, knowing myself, I doubt I’ll be able to leave the keyboard alone for long. The manuscript for Siobhan Dunmoore Book 2 is with my proof-reader and I suspect the moment she sends me the listing of typos and other errors, I’ll be right back in front of the computer. I may also get the urge to continue writing the second installment of Decker’s War, which at last count was over a third done. We’ll see. The first order of business is to get some rest before I lose control over my urge to deal with work stress in a more primitive fashion than what is generally approved by human resources (if you don’t know what I mean, see here Stress)