I was in Santa Barbara (a town that seems to be on a permanent vacation) for a few days spending time with my dad and brother. Just the feel of hotel sheets brought tears to my eyes. It was kind of a tease because all it did was bring to light just how tired I really am.

I went on a hike with my father and now that he's 64, I can almost keep up with him. I remember when anyone who knew him refused to hike with him because he inevitably led said victim off the trail into a all-day-and-night quest. This time we managed to get back to the car before it was totally dark.

Just for today, I can take a short family vacation.