Gazing out the window, I can see a plane gliding by, miles away, no doubt on it’s way to someplace more interesting than here.
I’m in the middle of a project, and I am stuck.
I’m fantasizing about packing my bags, hoping a plane (in my fantasy, I am not afraid to fly), and touching down on some warm location with palm trees. There, my husband and I will check into a posh hotel right on the ocean, and I’ll go up to our GORGEOUS room, slip into my FABULOUS string bikini (which looks amazing on me, of course) and hurry back down to flop into the sand under an umbrella. There, I stay all afternoon, while the fruity, calorie-free drinks will arrive one after another. And Rob can rub my feet.
Ah. Back to work.