Vacation (Still)

Last day of freedom seems the sweetest and saddest.

“Freedom.” Wrote it without thinking. Says everything, eh?

Actually, don’t dislike working, just the meaningless of so much of it in the cubes. Driving yesterday, meaningless, made more sense than the weekly report that no one reads but everyone demands. The report makes sense, too, actually – but no one reads it. Meaningless.

660 miles to cover on the way home. Too short.