Sunday Best: The Retreat

01.23.22

Getting away is all I have thought about for months. Just putting a few things in the car and going somewhere, anywhere, but preferably somewhere with sunshine and a poolside cabana.

I took a new job in December, and the timing couldn’t have been worse. At a hairs-breadth from 40, I thought the 18-hour days of my 20s were behind me. I was wrong. And …