Just a Little More...

Spring break is about 48 hours away and I can taste it, can feel it tearing me away from my books, can feel it softly whispering "Screw it, leave it alone" into my ear.  Two nights from now, I'll have my ass on a plane back to ATL.  Let me tell you: I cannot wait; I cannot wait have my feet on the red Georgia clay, to wake in the same bed with my wife, to lay on a couch with my dog.  Bliss, here I come.