Why I Hate Vacations

Because you have to come back. Always. Otherwise it wouldn't be a vacation, it would be a move.

And when you come, all those fun things are waiting for you... Laundry. Mail. Bills. Work. Email at work. Email at home. Voicemails from clueless people.

It was nice being away from this stuff. We were 10,000 feet above sea level, in a snow-covered hut. Talk about "away from it all". There was definitely no Internet hookup there.

But vacations end and you have to come back to the real world. So here I am.