I don’t know about you, but I spent the first day of the new year — the new decade, depending on how you reckon these things — doing not much of anything.
Oh sure, my father and I took down the Christmas tree this morning. And I did a little tinkering with my short story for the Geist Annual Postcard Story Contest. And I watched a few more episodes of The Big Bang Theory — how have I not been watching this show? — and then this evening I watched a pretty decent horror movie called The Signal — kind of like a neat modern riff on George Romero’s The Crazies, with some good scares and interesting thoughts on what mass psychosis might actually look like. (“Do you have the crazy in your head?!”) But overall, really, where did the day go?
I’m in the tail end of my two-week-long vacation (sixteen days, actually), and I’m starting to feel like maybe I’m ready to get back into having a daily routine. Vacation has really agreed with me, and there’s a big part of me that doesn’t want to go back. But, at the same time, I think I really benefit from having a more structured schedule. I haven’t really done a lot of writing these past couple of weeks, and I’ve definitely done less reading. (A forty-five-minute commute, twice a day, really does wonders to focus my time for that.)
I go back to work on Monday, and it’s kind of nice to feel like I’m ready for that.
