I hate the first day back from vacation. Although I was glad to sleep in my own bed last night, I feel melancholy and lazy today. There’s laundry to be done, groceries to be bought, a five mile tempo run to be done.
I’m still in bed, though. I managed to get up to refill the hummingbird feeder and brush my teeth.
It always feels like an unpleasant chemistry change in my brain, like reality has been altered somehow. I don’t really know why. I used to experience it when leaving my grandparents’ houses as a youngster, a kind of mourning maybe.
At any rate, I’d like to shake it off, which will require me to jump back into the usual crap whether I feel like it or not.