By far the most strenuous part of my marriage is vacation. My wife is a go somewhere, do something kind of person. I would do the same thing anywhere I went so why would I go anywhere? Any vacations we take are inevitably further away than I would like, and full, unbelievably full, of planned activities. If there is a single second of time my wife hasn’t scheduled, then she’s done something wrong. I find it incredibly exhausting just thinking about it. There was only one notable to exception to this system of torture, a trip to Disney two years ago, but now there are two.

Despite being in Texas, a ridiculous state to drive in, San Antonio is mostly fantastic. The river-walk, the Alamo, some Ripley’s Believe it or not attractions (my daughter is a huge fan,) on the whole, pretty amazing. The only real downside to the San Antonio portion of the trip was SeaWorld.

I was not that impressed by SeaWorld. It was animals, doing animal things, things animals could already do, sooooo, what’s so different about seeing it in person instead of in ‘Free Willy?’ (Or ‘Blackfish,’ though I hear that one has an entirely different take on the subject matter.)  There was this one show, Azul, which I liked, but that was because of the human performers.  Humans can’t naturally do those things, but they have trained themselves to be able to do those things, that I find impressive. Also, I don’t like to be wet and roller coasters terrify me, so I’m not generally big on amusement parks. I’m a boring person, I do really like it that way.

The trip home included a detour to Dallas and the Perot Museum of Science and Nature.  They had a traveling Sherlock Holmes exhibit, and Sherlock Holmes is my jam. Seriously, one of my top four favorite fictional characters, only because I don’t want to kick anyone out of the top three. Typically I’m not that impressed with museums, if I could sleep walk better they’d be more tolerable, (that’s how boring I am, even museums aren’t boring enough for me.) However Sherlock is a subject worthy of lucidity and there were some engaging interactive elements on display.

But then the trip home, endless driving, (damn you Texas,) a few days of recovery, getting back into the rhythm of things, and now my buffer is gone just as I’m switching story-lines. This is why I don’t do things, and why I don’t like holidays, it interrupts my schedule of getting just enough work done to loaf most of the day. Moving into a new story-line is by far the hardest part of what I do, once the pieces are in place, it’s all about grinding out the art. Arranging those pieces, while also the most fun aspect of the process, is the most time consuming. Which I’d better go do now if I want to have anything for you guys to read next week, instead of revising this post for the umpteenth time.