Vacation, My Ass

I’m currently sitting in Room 313 at the Holiday Inn Express in McComb, Mississippi. My son is sleeping, my husband is out working on his latest claim, and I’ve been mulling over what “vacation” truly means. The fact that we’re on the third floor of the Holiday Inn Express and the elevator went out of commission early Sunday morning, I’m sure, does not factor into my thought processes. The good news is that I understand the repairman from Jackson is on his way!