We are gypsies. We have no home, no jobs, no responsibilities. We have food in our bellies, and the wind is at our backs.

Today, for the first time in a long time, I slept late. I didn't have to worry about packing, closing on the house, fitting three tons of crap in a two ton storage locker, finding a place to store my car, moving servers out of my basement, getting a passport, fixing toilets for inspections, cleaning up nervous dog vomit. I spent the day in San Diego with an old friend, and left the stress and anxiety of the past three weeks behind. It's the first good day I have had in a long while.

Viva las vacaciones