"No one is home."
If you look real close, you can see those signs in my glazed-over eyes.
Mentally, I'm on vacation.
Actually, I'm right dab smack into writing this column in Palmerton, Pennsylvania.
Mentally, I'm on a warm sandy beach, my toes in the water, reading a book as the waves lull me into bliss.
Actually, I'll be in the car soon, heading for home where I have to rush to make dinner in order to run an errand on my way to a meeting.
Mentally, I'm sitting on a hotel balcony watching a tropical sunset.