This postIt’s always kind of weird coming out of a holiday, like emerging from the womb out of a surreal floating kind of dreamlike stupor into real life. And this has nothing to do with alcohol, either. :P
No, really, it’s back to work again (though there’s another holiday hot on this one’s heels — double whammie), and you know what? Nice as Christmas was, I’m glad to get back. Being a creature of habit, one wedded to his daily routine, I always find myself itching to return to normalcy. I’d far rather leave work an hour early for a week than take a whole day off. Yes, I’m weird. :)
Anyway, Christmas was good. And I need to get ready for work. More to come later. (Since I obviously turned the spigot a little too far, as you may have noticed with the flood of posts in the last week, and I still haven’t figured out how to turn it back so we can get a more moderate flow.)
Right now, though, I’m just hoping that the guys upstairs aren’t home, since I’m rocking out to Aida (the musical, not the opera ;)). And technically it’s still quiet hours. But I don’t think anyone’s there. :)
