Finding the flaws in the trendy holiday-at-home 'staycation' On the first morning of our 'staycation,' I inked an Olympic editorial for my sports-humour website, swept out the garage, cut five acres of grass, cleaned out both pond and pool, weeded a large garden and nearly suffered sunstroke, all while contemplating how this day was at all different from any other day of the year. The difference, I reminded myself, was that I was on a 'staycation.' In case you're not hip, happening and in the know: a 'staycation' is an annoyingly popular term coined for a holiday-at-home vacation. Back in the day, this was known as "you're so poor, you ain't going nowhere." But nowadays, loads of trendy types are vacationing in their backyards and saving themselves fistfuls of cash and untold travel miseries (there's little chance, for instance, of getting traveller's diarrhea at home). After working up a monster sweat on the first morning of my stay-at-home vacation, I went into the house to see what was on the agenda for the afternoon. According to my wife, we were going to lounge by the pool. Now that, I thought, sounds like a relaxing, vacationy thing to do. Getting into the spirit of things, I got myself out of work mode and into my swim trunks. Then I naively asked my wife if she needed any assistance carrying things down to the pool. For the next hour, while my wife searched her wardrobe for the ideal swimsuit for the occasion,