Today I’m working from 10 am to 9 pm. It would seem that it is against every therapist’s code to take off for almost two weeks to frolic on a beach. In a bathing suit. With a Nikon D40. For weeks. Multiple weeks. As in more than one week. (See section 1008, part 11, article 9, line 2, of the unwritten therapist code of practices and doings.) Without seveer and swift repercussions. (Read: one hellacious work day, upon said therapist’s prompt return to the real world.)

All this is just a really long way to tell you – I’ll be out of pocket today.

Try not to miss me.