Storm before the calm

You have to earn a vacation, no matter how short it may be.

I'm tackling an impossibly large pile of tasks by focusing on the possibility of spreading out in a park with a copy of Nick Hornby's latest novel and the realization that I won't have to do anything I don't want to do...

Eyes on the prize, kids. Eyes on the prize.

p.s. Am I the only one who, upon having to walk on chalk art sidewalks, thinks for a second about the possibility of falling into the chalky world and dancing with penguins?

p.p.s. Indigo Girls tonight. Concert snuck up on me. Never seen them live. I hear they say, "Thanks, y'all!" quite often. This should be fun.