It’s been a long time since I’ve had more than a 3 day weekend at my disposal.
This is a crying shame. Typical American, as my mother would say.
She’s right about that one.
And so I welcome this nice, long-ish getaway to Montana with open arms.
Personally, I’ve always been a fan of getting of out of Dodge when getting out of Dodge seems like a good option.
Which it does, at the moment.
So, while I start the weekend a little early, I hope the rest of you have plenty of activities to keep you busy. I’m hoping to return to my Second city with a fresh outlook and a better attitude.
I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I seem to have acquired an attitude this week.
I’m hoping it will fly away on my journey west.
Or at least die down a little bit.
Despite never having been in the mountain air, I have a suspicion it will cure my ‘tude.
I’ll keep you posted on that one.
And with that, I’m off for a day that starts in an airport and ends with a bar covered in peanut shells, sawdust, and a bunch of my pals.
Montana might suit me just fine, chickadees.