Let me tell you something about vacation. When it ends, it's over. I tried to stretch it out a little today, but it didn't work. I should have either stayed at the lake one more day, or committed myself to getting some real work done today. Here it is 24 hours after I rolled into the driveway, and I'm no more ready to face a work day than I was last night.
Part of my mistake was staying up so late last night, but I was so wired after the long drive that I couldn't stop moving around, picking things up and putting things away. Before I knew it, it was four in the morning and I was so exhausted I might as well not have had a vacation at all. (Ha! That's a major exaggeration there.)
I'm amazed at how little I got done today. I got most of the way through the payroll, but only about halfway through the laundry. I have two huge piles of unopened mail, one for the house and one for the business. I've managed to fall so far behind with email and journals that I might never catch up. (No exaggeration there.).
But I'm happy. I face Monday-on-Wednesday tomorrow with a lighter heart (and darker skin) than I would have without those five days away from it all. I know I'll get hammered from the opening bell, and maybe I should have checked in today just to deflect some of that, but I'll deal with it. I really have nothing to complain about (not that it ever stopped me before).