Back when I was a working stiff and due to a regular change in jobs over the years, I never had more than two weeks of vacation a year. I would have gladly taken a pay cut or forewent a pay raise for more vacation time but corporate America didn't work that way I was told. You have to work long hours for many years and then we'll give you a third week. If you sell your soul and work the rest of your life, we'll possibly give you a fourth week but by then, you'll be so old and broken your idea of a vacation is taking time off from work to get a root canal done. So I quit corporate life.
Fortunately, my wife's profession is a little bit more gratuitous and they gave her four weeks of vacation a year starting out. Granted she doesn't get paid a dime when she is gone on vacation but at least she gets to make the decision of money or time off as long as she schedules it months in advance. Fortunately, she is like me in thinking that time off with family is way more important than money. It still doesn't compared to the five or six weeks of paid vacation many other civilized countries get around the world but it is a start.
So as you can suspect, we are headed off to spend some of that hard earned UNPAID vacation time that my wife has accrued. We are heading somewhere I spent quite a bit of time as a young single adult who had recently moved to a new area and didn't yet have friends to spend weekends with. Perhaps we'll do some biking, hiking, boating and driving around or swim in a pool because the nearby water will be way too cold for swimming. Perhaps I will get a feeling of Lightfoot.
See you when I return.