This is me right now:
Absolutely perfect beach day this morning. The water was just right, the sun shining just-so, and the company splendid. I ran some errands which included loading my truck to the brim with mulch. Unfortunately it's raining and the mulching will not get done today (oh darn) so I guess I'll have to drive around with the fragrance of Christmas trees for a couple of days. No worries.
Knowing that the return to real-life looms just around the corner (Friday!!) it's like I'm preparing for hibernation. Except I won't be sleeping for months; I'm storing away rest and relaxation and the opportunity to do absolutely nothing if that's what I darn well feel like doing. I've been like this for the past couple of weeks, actually. Not quite productive, but not a lazy sloth either. I've worked out quite a bit, read lots, and tackled a few projects here and there. But I've also slept in. And sat on the couch. And gone to the beach.
Well, I'm ready, I suppose. This is going to be the best year yet, because I sure as heck am NOT going to allow myself to fall into abysmal despair like last year. So what? It's just a job. And a job I am going to pour my heart and soul into this year.
And with that proclamation, I am going to get out of bed now and do something with myself.
