Being off has been great. I went to New York, which was amazing. But the time between coming back on Christmas Day and today has become a vague recollection. Visiting people and watching TV and eating. Enjoyable, but not something that could continue unless I wanted to get fatter and lazier and directionless. It’s time to go back to work so I can take more holidays again. Work was a mental struggle in January last year. I don’t expect to get through it without taking a holiday just to break the monotony. But come it must, so I must accept it.
Today is the last day of my Christmas holidays. I’ve been off for 2.5 weeks, the longest holiday I’ve ever had while actually having a full-time job. There’s a little sadness about going back, but not a huge amount. Not yet at least. I’ve been floating around in a haze of chocolate, beer, and sleeping-in for long enough. To restore any sense of routine it’s time to head back.