Overdue

On one of the forums I frequent with some regularity I spotted this post: “Homeless man gets a home”. 

My first thought was, “Homeless man gets manless  home.”

This tickled me to no end on a long, dull, assembly-line workaday afternoon.  Careful observers caught me softly giggling under my breath.

I need a real vacation.

Ten days in a Carthusian cell, practicing the Art of Silence and meditating, my sole companion whatever book the hermit before me left in his cave.

Or, perhaps, a cruise to Alaska.  Though the wife would never agree to that.

It’s overdue.  About thirteen years overdue …