With the imminent onset of summer, I’m seriously feeling some of the lazy-hazy associated therewith. I picture a blindingly blue sky, an equally rich sapphire sea, a gleaming white catamaran. We’re just off the coast of Cannes, gently bobbing in the waves.
Right. Back to reality.
But I can still hold on to my seafaring fantasy. I may be wearing my most professional, respect-worthy work clothes, but just knowing I have a cheeky little hand-forged anchor dangling from each earlobe makes me smile.
Sure, I’ll finish that memo by noon. But my heart is in the Mediterranean.