So this weekend, I’m in Philadelphia with my mother to drop my little brother, the baby of the family, off at school for his senior year.  It’s a six hour  drive down, a six hour ride back, and needless to say, not much stuff will be accomplished on either driving day or the day wedged in between.

Coming into this weekend, I’ve had about 6-8 hours of work that needed to be done, after working all week to get some stuff set aside.  6-8 wasn’t bad at all; my mother goes to sleep early, and I figured I could get some late night writing in.

However, it’s not always so smooth.

1.  It’s blisteringly hot and humid here, which strangles both energy and creativity out of me.  I’ve been exhausted this whole weekend.

2.  At my hotel, a Hilton (!), I had to pay $10 a day for internet, which I know isn’t that bad, but $20 for the weekend is a lot.  Also, it cuts into my profit margin to start with and makes me want to work less.

3.  There’s not a lot of time.  There’s really not.  Trying to work while you’re having “family time” while trying not to let your family know that you’re trying to work while you’re having “family time” is pretty hard to squeeze in.

These three facts lead me to believe that the freelancer’s vacation does not exist.  As I discussed prior to this in the Myth of the Freelance Vacation, I want to believe in it, but so far all indications point to the contrary.  And my Philadelphia weekend certainly isn’t helping matters any.

Thoughts?

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