My life is broken up into chunks.
Three week chunks.
Some chunks I like better than other chunks.
I'm heading home tomorrow after spending a 3 week chunk of my life living on a boat with 5 other guys, while we towed an oil barge back and forth from Houston to Corpus Christi, Texas.
Tomorrow about 5 pm I'll be sitting in a seat on a Southwest Airlines flight that will take me home to the Philly area. There's a good chance there will be a beverage of sorts in my hand.
Can you say, YIPEE?
So goodbye noisy engine room.........
And so tomorrow begins another 3 week chunk of my life, this one at home with family and deer and raccoons that steal suet and a dog I'll walk.
By the weekend the boat will mostly be out of my consciousness. I won't wonder how the engines are running any longer. I'll stop wondering where the boat is. After 3weeks of nothing but boat boat boat, it's tough to just turn it off. It's like detox. It takes a while. Come that first weekend, I'll have it kicked and it will be all about home and family.
That's usually about the time the "honey do" list makes it's first appearance.
And that's ok.