We’ve been known to miss some time from time to time, but never as much as we have in the past six-months. Between the big trip to Puerto Rico, dealing with the Puerto Ricans and dealing with all the things related to being back home, we’ve been swamped with unwinding as much as winding in the first place.

I like to blame it all on my beauty sleep, which does indeed make me beautiful, but it takes up a solid 10-12 hours a day, and that’s like half my life by all but the wiggliest of accounting.

And I know wiggly accounting. No matter how broke I get, I always insist there’s still ducets in the budget to spare two-bits for that vending machine by the door of any supermarket. Wiggly indeed.

Left – This is a shot from early in the Puerto Rico trip, when it was still cool to be crashed out all over my brother like he was some kind of my-stuffed-dog or something.

I’ve made more excuses for past absences than I care to recall, or honestly admit, but this time I’ve got one better than any… this time, my excuse is slumber.

It’s a lie, mind you, but it’s one I can back up with photographic evidence. See how easy it is to make this stuff up? Super easy, I tells ya.

I’ll maybe get better about these things but, in the meantime, I’ve really gotta take me a nap. I hate naps and all, but if it’s my get-out-of-work-free card, I’ll play it, baby. I’ll play it all day.

Maybe not all day, because I’m running out of steam but quick, and I have to call it a day right about now. See you on the flip side.

Above – On one of our first mornings in Puerto Rico, we awoke to find ourselves rested, and stuffed into a bed together, as if we were sharing it with a dad as well or something.

Above – This is what we look like when we’re asleep, no matter how embarrassing it may be.