


And even though I’m still trying to get back into “work mode” after being on vacation for two solid weeks (it was amazing, but because I enforced my No Worky rule the entire time, I think I forgot how to type...) it’s great to be back in a routine. I respond to routines because my inner Wendy (female version of Peter Pan) allows all hell to break loose without them. My inner child loves a vacation because she can nap twice a day, watch trash television, read for hours curled up on the couch by the fireplace, putter around the house aimlessly, vacuum only half of the living room before losing interest, let the laundry and the dishes and the cat hair pile up (literally), and stay up until 4am every night.
The grown up Me usually kicks into high gear a few days before my vacation is over, which is why my house is organized, clothes washed, floors spotless, cat bathed and groomed (yes, longhaired cats need baths and trimming), Goodwill piles sorted and dropped off, car taxes paid so tags are now legal, and about forty-odd errands are crossed off my to-do list.
Next project: tackle the piles in my office. Happy 2008!