I should already be on vacation. I should be in Texas right now, hugging the nephew and seeing the sights of San Antonio. Last minute changes have messed up my internal schedule and I am having a hard time adjusting. I know that I should be taking out the garbage and doing the dishes and cleaning out the fridge. But what I am going to do instead is play the Sims. 'Cause my brain thinks I am already on vacation. So there.