My days in America are numbered, as I approach the Canadian border. Better get in all the lakeside relaxation, island hopping, and killer whales I can stomach.
The rUK fucks up my finances royally, but old ladies and hippies step in to help. Meanwhile, Washington is putting the rain in rainforest.
The general idea of a rest day is to rest. Recharge those empty batteries. Sort out what needs sorting out. Arrive tired, leave energetic. I didn’t get the memo.