Back to Work

I've been gone for the past few days in Key West for a retreat. Standard coding shenanigans will ensue when my hangover wanes. We floated into the airport like bloated, beached whales - and there I decided that if you smile at the end of a vacation, you did not have enough fun. No, the face of true fun is grim, bloodshot and reeks of stale margarita. Jocularity takes effort - and an ounce of residual effort is an ounce of vacation squandered.

True relaxation is complete and total burnout.

Once I replace my wick and get my pilot light lit, I'll spit out (up?) more... stuff.

In the mean time... who are those handsome devils?