Back to work after
a vacation—one of life's greatest pleasures. Actually, the way you
feel, going back to work after a vacation, is very informative. If
you never take a vacation, you might hate your job and not ever know
it. You just go on and on. Maybe I should be happy I just have a job
I don't hate, and can just go on and on. But on any vacation I get a
feeling of what life could be like if each day I was doing only what
I felt like doing. I would find it necessary to eventually impose
structure on my days, but the difference from that, and having to be,
in twenty minutes, to a place I don't really feel like going to, for
a set amount of time, to do tasks that, while not unpleasant, don't
inspire me—the difference is staggering. And I'm staggering under
the heat; heat which is quite welcome by me, and exciting and
summer-like and necessary—but is making me stagger, no less.
