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This morning, instead of going into work, I flew down to Florida.

This week, I'm attending a three-day conference near St. Petersburg. Coming in, I almost forgot where I was for a moment and looked out the window surprised to be flying low over Tampa Bay on a pretty Florida day. There were sailboats coasting across the bay on a Monday afternoon. Imagine spending your Monday sailing.

I'm on the Gulf of Mexico at a quiet little beach called St. Pete. I'm staying in a shocking pink Old Florida resort called Don Cesar (say it with flair and emphasis). I watched the sun go down over the gulf, and now I'm waiting on room service to deliver ahi tuna and a glass of wine to my door. Oh, and I have HBO and goose-down pillows. Yes.

Sure beats going into the office on a Monday morning. If Ben were here, it would be absolutely perfect.