Vacation is over. Time to return to work. A new year, but everything else is the same . . . same old issues to resolve, people to battle with, pretenses to keep up.
Wish I could stay under the covers and not have to deal with the alarm at 6 tomorrow morning. I’m trying very hard to find a motivating reason to get going . . . something besides the monthly paycheck I need so much. But I can’t. So for now, I guess I should simply wake up and go to work and be grateful, if not enthusiastic, about a job that does give me a paycheck.
Says Fyl 