I was at a resort.

I slept in, had some upscale buffet nosh, checked the horizon for pirates - a crucial job at resorts, even if no one finds any ever because it’s Cancun - lazed around the pool, chatted, ate lunch, went back to the room for an hour in the AC, maybe napped, went back poolside, had some tasty drinks of varying potency and watched the sky for aliens - another important task - while I chatted with my travel buddies, planned dinner, ate that over the course of a few slow hours with laughter and some wine, maybe smoked a cigar or so while again watching the horizon for night pirates, spotted a couatl and watched it while chatting more, had a great little nightcap at a tiny beach bar, went to bed.

Busy busy.