I go back to work tomorrow. On the one hand, it seems much too soon; on the other, though, I suppose I have been away for two whole weeks. I’m not entirely sure what I did over those weeks — I know a couple of holidays were thrown in, but otherwise? It’s all kind of a blur. So maybe it’s just as well that I’m going back to the regular grind in the morning.
That’s what I’m going to keep telling myself, anyway.
Today, I helped my father take down the Christmas lights, and then I joined friends for our weekly writing group. (We didn’t meet last week, thanks to the holiday and the already very melted snow.) And that’s really about it. I read a little, didn’t quite finish the Sunday crossword — though I got the theme answers — and hung about the house on a cold and rainy day.