I need a break. I'd like to be out somewhere, amongst the trees, dressed warm, but feeling the cold wind touch my face. I'd like to smell the crisp, December air of the mountains, and sit by a warm fire, sipping hot chocolate, or maybe ice fishing at Strawberry in a tent village with my compadres.
Instead, I'm delivering mail during the Christmas season, working all my days off, finding no time to relax or enjoy.
Yup, I'm whining.
