Six months ago, it sounded like such a perfect idea.
(The winter of our discontent.)
(Desperate for escape from the Polar Vortex of Eternal Doom.)
Let's go to sunny Italy, we said.
(Rome.) (Tuscany.) (Florence.) (Venice.)
(The words "cooking class in Tuscany" got me through many a sub-zero day.)
And, really, it is a perfect idea.
The vacation will be incredible.
(I can't wait.)
The getting ready, though?
I always knew it would be a tough time to get away.
(Just before the concert season begins.)
(Nine major grant applications and/or grant reports due on or near September 1.)
But I didn't anticipate other complications.
(A new ticketing system apparently installed and managed by idiots.)
(A team member who struggles with planning and managing her own deadlines.)
Let's just say Perfect Storm.
I'm down to the last two work days now.
(My list is growing shorter. I AM getting things done.)
But, man! It is going to feel So Good to turn off my phone and unplug my laptop.
(And just get on the plane!)
Tom got me the oh-so-perfect magnet, pictured above. (And some wine, too.)