Just to make it clear for the rest of this vacation - time means nothing. Clocks lie to my internal cycle. The sun refuses to go down. I know not the dates. All I know is when I smell coffee wafting in the air it must be morning. If the boys are up it must be mid-afternoon. If salmon is grilling it must be dinner, which in the lower 48 states happens in the evening.
Time - I'll catch up with you in a few weeks.
Time - I'll catch up with you in a few weeks.