I’m never coming home

and here’s why…

…waking up (whenever that might be) to blue skies, wandering down to the beach, having a coffee and biscotti breakfast, wading into the surf, getting a little burn on my shoulders, having a swordfish dinner (blackened, of course), sitting on the beach at night with the missus looking at the constellations, giving my beer koozie a workout, sleeping when i want to sleep, reading when i want to read…

see you when i see you.

-j.

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