So yeah, I just got back from my first vacation in ages. I went to Vegas for a few days. It was fabulous. The heat was great, the pool was great, the food was great, the people were great, it was generally really great. And I read some great books. And it was very relaxing. So maybe it was more like, really really really great.
I've been in the grind for so long that I'd sort of forgotten what I was missing. I knew I was burned out, but was kind of numb to it. Now it's really hitting me, it's not nearly as much fun being home! There's work, and bills, and chores, and stress and bedtimes. I want to be on vacation again.
That is all.