Nine days

Nine days off. In a row. I haven't had such a long time away from work since the summer of 2006. Surely I'll find that I'm rested when it's all over, right?

I was planning on an "in" night tomorrow night to meticulously pack my bags and get some rest, but I just can't seem to say no... now tomorrow it's a dinner party. And I don't have to cook. That may have been the kicker to convince me to go... I have always thought that food tastes better when someone else makes it. Nearly everyone that I mention that to also agrees. Why is that?