Be Careful What You Promise, Son
I am now back in the States after a(nother) 20-hour travel day yesterday. I’ll be honest with you, I’m a little foggy. Since I’m a freelancer, though, I have the luxury of taking a nice, fat recovery day to work on posting pictures and stories. I’m sure you’ve all spent the last 10 days thinking, “All I care about in life is reading a 30 page long travel journal on Jeff and Sarah’s trip to Turkey.” Well, I promise I won’t disappoint.
In other news, it’s nice to know that the economy was whipped back into shape while we were awa … oh.
October 7th, 2008 at 1:23 pm
I suspect that “recovery day” is code for “recovery month.” Times are tough for us freelancers these days.
One benefit of your extended absence — I learned about the Grilled Cheeseburger. Hot damn! A memorial service for my arteries will be held sometime next week.