Lucky bastard.
I'll never be able to retire. I've been working non-stop (only took 6 weeks off when I had Tori) since I was 16- which means I've been working for thirty years already. By the time I get to retirement age (which, according to SS is 70), I'll have put in 54 years of work. (Not that I am planning on getting SS, just that it's a retirement benchmark). I'll never live that long, so I am resigned to having mini-retirements. They take place at least once a year, and always at DL.
Which reminds me- my next mini-retirement is in less than two weeks- woot! Need it badly, too. Been nursing sick kittehs and working too much. Both Samwise and Boris were sick, but while Boris is on the mend poor Sammy is not doing good at all. His 'cold' has turned into, at the very least, a sinus infection. He has a date with the vet tomorrow, and is now in Tori's room with the humidifier on full blast. Poor baby. I've never heard him snore before, but he could give Eric a run for his money right now.
