The Terribles are going on holiday.
I am once again up against the limit of saved vacation days according to Vertucon’s HR Dept (motto: “Oderint, dum metuant”) so it’s a case of use it or lose it. Having considered the matter from every angle, I elect to pursue the former strategy, even if it means going on a road trip with three small children and a heavily pregnant wife in order to “get away from it all for a few days”, as she puts it.
This just goes to show how little my wife understands the role of the office in the lifestyle of the modern man. The Victorians didn’t invent the office on a whim, you know. When you had eight kids and a consumptive wife waiting for you in some insanitary unheated garret, twelve hour days where someone else was paying for the fire didn’t look so bad. And, mutatis mutandis, so it remains today – just replace “fire” with “broadband” and we are quite up to date.
Nevertheless, principle forbids me to give up vacation days and so effectively hang around the office mooching high speed internet and break room coffee without pay. There’s no telling where that might end. Also, noisy and time-consuming though my kids are, I do retain a remarkably persistent affection for the annoying little wretches.
So I accept the inevitable with good grace. Today we drive to Williamsburg, Virginia, which is within stone’s throw of Jamestown, where Colonial America began in 1607, and Yorktown, where it ended in 1781. There are historical recreations aplenty, with lots of people dressed the part, so for once my teeth might not attract undue attention. There are also some theme parks, so the kids should get their jollies too.
What there might not be, however, is internet access, so this could be the last post until Monday. If not, do be brave about it and I’ll be back as soon as I can, OK? That’s the spirit – stiff upper lip, etc…