After a week (and a smidge) of relaxing and doing very little, my vacation ends as of now-ish, since I’m back at work tomorrow and have to treat tonight as a work night. Aside from the usual issue of such things never lasting long enough, it was a good break. I probably could do with another week to actually catch up with things that haven’t been happening and need to, but I’ll get there. The heat death of the universe is likely to precede me getting caught up with the housework at the best of times.
It’s not horrible. Things are generally more or less in order, more or less neat, and bills get paid. It’s just not a good idea to look too closely in the dark corners and odd places because the Roomba doesn’t fit there.
Ha! I can tell you exactly when you know you’re old. It’s the moment you realized you like going to work.