An Entire Bottle of Pinot Noir and Two Beers

I'm celebrating/lamenting the end of my two weeks vacation from work. Just a few days ago I was sitting in my driveway etching "Two Weeks Wasted" on to the concrete with sidewalk chalk. I'm not sure why. Particularly because it's not true. It wasn't two weeks wasted.

I have to confess I thought two weeks away from the job would provide some major insight(s). So far I haven't figured out anything but this:

Bacon rocks.

There's that. And this:

• I sent my kids to daycare to find out what would happen when left to my own devices and discovered my own devices aren't at all what I though they'd be.
• I know Julia is evil.
  
• Her sister is, too.
• I'm pretty sure they've trained the cats to be evil.
  

Wha?

It's late; I've had a bottle of wine and I really should not be blogging.

I should be getting back to work.