Today's post repeater is a spoof/rant/re-tool on taking a vacation, either from the cyber world or the real world. Feel free to read the post, although it isn't anything to speak of, other than most of the commenters have long since stopped commenting and/or visiting my blog, and two of them have all but abandoned the blog world for greener pastures (one is a very successful NY Times bestselling indie writer).
Back in the halcyon days of Cedar's Mountain, I used to go on hiatus about two to three times a year, mostly around the major holidays. After all, doing semi-fun things/recharging the batteries at the time was slightly better than hanging around cyber space. But...as the years slowly trudged by, I found that going on hiatus, much like going on vacation from work, was really boring.
I know, hard to believe that taking time off from blogging/writing/real world could be called boring, but that is how I actually feel about the subject of vacation. I don't take a lot of vacations from work, other than taking what I call "vacation cap days", in which I use just enough vacation time in order to receive the vacation accrual that I'd busted my chops for in the previous month. I don't like giving back stuff that is rightfully mine to begin with.
So...while taking a vacation can be exciting for most, I find it to be excruciatingly dull. Which is why when I take vacation days I bitch, moan, groan and whine about what a crappy time I'm having.
It ain't the be all to end all. Or is it?
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