An ideal week for me would be a blissful parade of pure, unadulterated relaxationa full-on, all-you-can-eat buffet of laziness where work doesn’t even have a reservation. Just me, my couch, and the remote control, with no one around to say, “Shouldn’t you be doing something productive?” But here’s the problemI’m not built for that. Nope. My brain doesn’t come with an off switch. Even in my dream vacation, I’d still be up at 3:30 AM. Springing out of bed like I’m late for a marathon I didn’t sign up for. Or lying there like a burrito, tossing, turning, and holding an Olympic event called “Competitive Insomnia.” Relaxation? Hmm maybe it is not for me 😥