Tomorrow, I go back to work after having a full 17 days off. It’ll be interesting to see how quickly I can get back into the productive groove, as this Christmas break has been longer than usual and, in some ways, I have very much turned my brain off in terms of work these past two weeks.
From what I remember, we were making a game. I think.
In some ways, it will be like starting a new semester of school, except I’ll still be going to the same classes. It’ll be like returning to an old hobby and hoping that the muscle memory will return quickly so that even if your brain can’t quite remember what a knit is and what a purl is, maybe your hands will.
Also, it’ll mean a return to a normal schedule, where weekday showers become once again mandatory and video game playing is once again reserved for lunch and late at night (and not, oh, all day long). But that’ll be good. There’s only so long that I can go wearing PJs (or less!) until late in the afternoon before I begin to feel like I’m housesitting for the real me.
Lastly, it means I’ll be around people all day again. Though Katie and my mom were around most of the time this holiday, there were still several days where I inhabited the house alone with two cats. And I don’t know if I’ve always been this way, but after a few days, it just got to be pretty lonely. That’s not to say I would wait by the door and jump on Katie when she returned from work, like a eager Labrador, but even just knowing that another person is in the house is enough to make me feel more human again.
I guess I have always kind of been that way. Somewhat needy, somewhat clingy, but in a really charismatic kind of way. Man, it’s going to be great when we have the baby, because he won’t be able to leave our side for years! Rolling down the street with my wife and my son – why, I’ll have my own posse!
I’ve always wanted a posse.