Neanderpundit

Your humble narrator, last week.

I don’t tell people I’m going on vacation, as a general rule, (well, except my employer) so I’ve been having my evil minions deal with the workload here in my absence. Well, maybe just naughty minions. Yes, I have minions, shut up about it. Anyway, I spent the last nine days soing what you see above, laying facedown in the waters of Lake Huron, snoring through a snorkel. I do this every year. I lay in the water and sleep, a brick tied around my foot so I don’t drift away. Last year someone thought I was a floater and called the Coast Guard. Three years ago, I was rescued, rather against my will.

Where I go, there are no computers. No fax machines. No cellphone coverage to speak of. Barely electricity.

What there is, is water. The drill is this: swim. Float. Play with daughter. Stay in the lake till you get blips (blips is 8 yearoldspeak for Blue Lips) Trudge through the sand to the cottage and lie naked on the bed drying off while reading. Drift off to sleep. I read 23 novels in 9 days. I never once saw a CRT, a weblog, or an email. It was heavenly.

Now I’m back and tickled to be. Let’s all go shoot something!!