I’m in a weird place right now. The holidays are over, but it doesn’t feel like it.
I think it is because Christmas was on a Thursday, which gave everyone tacit permission to take Friday off too. Same with New Year’s (also on a Thursday). With the weekends in between, that was eleven straight days of vacation, and I liked it. I liked it very much.
But now, we are expected to jump right back in to work. My body is there, but my mind is still on the sofa. Today is an official work day, yet I spent it – in its entirety – in sweats. My inner slob has emerged, and it is getting difficult to put it back in its box.
I think this is what retirement feels like, except without the obsession to keep a tidy garden.
But deadline waits for no man, so they say, and in those wise words are my salvation from slothery. It will snap me back into action, ready to take on the world once more.
But I’ll probably be in sweats.
