Or, rather, the beginning of one.
My brother is on a fabulous trip to Las Vegas with his family. He does have to work, however. Obviously, we're all really excited that they're out having fun. They had a rough couple of years.
Because we're all so happy for them, we've been saying things like, "Enjoy, you deserve it!" As if there is anything that would keep my brother, or anyone for that matter, from deserving a trip or a divergence from normal life.
Our culture's relationship with travel and leisure is strange, don't you think?
