For those of us with 40 plus hour work weeks and very little vacation time, Labor Day is an extra day off with such potential. Today, I thought about going to the beach, driving along the coast, going to a museum, re-organizing my house, cleaning up the garage, catching up with some old friends, and in the end I did none of that.
I visited Fantasy Island.
In other words, I just relaxed and dreamed, read, and wrote some poetry. Mr. Roarke was nowhere in sight.