It’s Wednesday (I think). I just got up a few minutes ago. My wife got up with the dogs at 6:30 and has since gone back to bed. We are on stay-cation.

For those who don’t know, stay-cation is vacation at home. Usually it happens, like us, when you’re broke. It’s a pain to be broke. What’s worse is when you and your wife make good money, pay a lot of taxes, and are still broke. I could blame it on a lot of things, like helping the kids out with their bills, but the reality is that I was never very good with money. In that regard, I feel right at home as a writer. Look and you’ll see many writers who had money problems, who made tons of money as writers and still died penniless. Even though I don’t plan to, chances are I will be the same.

Of course, when you’re dead it doesn’t matter if you’re rich or poor.

So back to stay-cation. Sunday was graduation. Monday morning we left home and our three dogs and cats and drove the three hours down to Austin to visit my son and his family. My wife had to have her grandson fix. It’s only been two weeks since they moved away, but you wouldn’t convince her of that. We ate out a lot, blew what little money we had, and then headed home last night. And oh, it rained.

Today we are being lazy, partly because we are tired, partly because we are waiting for our next check, and partly because, hey, we’re on stay-cation.

Friday or Saturday we will go see our daughter and once again stay overnight.

It’s not rocket science. It’s not Cabo. But it’s OK with us. Another day and time we will take a trip to Europe. But for now, I am chilling in my own family room, petting my cat and watching Let’s Make a Deal. That’s mainly because I am too lazy to change the channel.

But that’s OK.