This Is A Bad Sign.

I keep having a fantasy. My fantasy involves a vacation. I saw an ad for a kayaking trip with a mothership to ferry people around and sleep in. I've never kayaked before, but it sounds like fun. Being ferried around on a old tugboat or trawler to various kayaking spots sounds like fun. I keep having visions of being on the water and paddling around. I can see myself nearing a forest rimmed shore. I can smell the salty air and feel the rush of gentle waves. I already hear the gentle low rumble of diesel engines powering an restored antique mothership.

I hate my ideas for vacations. The fantasies seem unobtainable for now. Perhaps someday, perhaps someday.