So, if you know my feelings about sabbaticals, one of the strong ones is that it is not vacation, but instead a time to do some “work” you would never get the chance to do in the normal course of the routine of work. In that sense it is a great luxury, and yet, at the same time, my actual vacation time, when I usually go each year for that, falls during this sabbatical and so in these last few weeks it truly has been vacation. We go to Florida each year, where we have a little timeshare getaway. We have come here for almost 20 years now, every August. August made some sense when we lived in Austin, but a lot less sense now that we live in Seattle. In fact, so many locals here look at us with screwed up faces when we tell them where we are…
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