I Wake Up Exhausted

See, this is why I never take vacations -- when you finally do, you have a lovely delightful relaxing week in (say) a delightful, elegant resort, return all perky and refreshed and feeling twenty-two again -- and once you get into the office, you're confronted with a weeks' build-up of disasters, dramas and the like, sprinkled with a liberal helping of overscheduling "since, you know, you had it easy the last week being on vacation and all!" Seriously, since I got back a week and a half ago, my butt has not met my office chair for more than an hour at a time -- by contrast, my butt has become *way* too friendly with the driver's seat of my car, as I zip off to a deposition two hours from the office, an arbitration an hour and a half the other way, a settlement conference in another damn state... I swear. That's it. No more vacation. damnit. (All of which is a very long-winded way of saying -- that's why I haven't been posting lately!)