CHAPTER TWELVE
“You leave for vacation today, right Harmon?” asked his supervisor.
“Yes, sir. More of a staycation but for me it’ll be relaxation, fishin’, huntin’, read some good books, watch some good movies and hopefully get rid of these damn allergies or whatever this is.”
“Well, you deserve it. We appreciate you covering for everyone these last few weeks. It’s been hard with so many folks out sick.”
“Yes, sir. It happens every year. Some flu or cold thing spreads and everyone goes down. Can’t have that, now can we.”
He waved at his supervisor, making his way to the local grocery where he picked up a weeks’ worth of food to take with him out to the camp. It wasn’t much but it had lights, running water, a toilet and shower. A few years ago, he built a small kitchen and his retirement life was on track.
“Headed out to the camp, Harm?” asked the grocer.
“Yep. Can’t wait. It’s been hell at work but we finally got a bit of a break. I’m lookin’ forward to just relaxin’.”
“Well, you deserve it. Have a great week off,” he smiled, waving at the man.
Harmon got everything packed up and placed it in his truck, then went back inside to secure the food in coolers. As he reached for the plastic plates and cups, he felt himself sway. Gripping the counter, he stilled, touching his head.
“That was strange,” he said to himself. He walked toward the living area and sat down on his sofa.
“Maybe I just need to rest a moment.”