You day people don't know how lucky you've got it. I've still not convinced my body we need to shift back to a night schedule after 17 days of days. For instance, I took my tired self to bed for a nap night before last, and slept in my clothes for 11 hours. Last night, I thought, "I can't possibly sleep that much again. I'll just take a wee little nap like the good old days." When I woke, it was 4:30 in the ay-em. Another night all gone. Argh.
In other words, it's gonna be a while before things are back to normal. But that's how you know it was a frickin' awesome vacation, right?
Now I need another so my poor circadian rhythm can readjust to the idea that we are nocturnal in this household, and so that I can finish up the 101 projects created by two weeks in me old home state. I came back with a rock collection needing housed, pictures needing sorted, art needing framed and hung, memorabilia needing scrapbooked, a metric ton of books needing read (XXOO, Bookmans!), and a cat needing cuddled. Apparently, helping me drive wasn't enough attention for her:
I've also got to readjust to all the green growing stuff up here. Arizona's got green, but not like this. Driving to work this morning, I felt intimidated by green. The trees and bushes are positively exuberant, and they're crowding the road. I felt like the class nerd surrounded by a solid wall of menacing school bullies. Everywhere I look, there's another something green and leafy waiting to pounce. When I found a patch of dry-ish dirt today, I nearly screamed with joy. It's rather pathetic.
I wonder if our leave of absence policy covers getting reacquainted with foilage?
As we drove through NM last week I entered a state of depression. I've never felt anything like it. Once we hit Colorado and everything turned green I felt like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. Very weird feeling...
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry you're having trouble getting back into your routine, but I'm glad you're back safely!
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