Back to Work

Back to work after a holiday is a hard thing in the best of times.  Now, I don't have Michael urging me on to get going, get outta bed, start the day.

At least the dogs still look at me with that "Mom, we really gotta go, can it please be in our backyard?" sort of look.  Once I get out of bed, the routines kick in.  Routines are a big thing now.  Almost rituals, sometimes.  Night, I've got a candle, reading, and music.  Morning is for tidying up (self and house).  Afternoon, TV and knitting.  Once a day, the HotShot gives me nice hot water for a coffee or cuppa, depending on my caffeine requirements.

Once I'm at work, I'm good.  It's nice, seeing the "regulars," hearing what my coworkers did over the weekend.  Today, I got to show off the Lego Guggenheim museum I built.  I didn't think I could get Fallingwaters there and back in one piece.

I should adjust the routine somewhat, though.  Gotta do more clutter control.  It seems to be closing in on me, taking over the sofa and the desk chair this weekend.  Heck, there's still Christmas debris in Saffron's usual lounging corner.  Michael always did say I was less a "messy" and more a "force of entropy."  Really, I'm better than I used to be.  The laundry room floor is still mostly visible, and I haven't even thrown in the washerload I'm planning on tonight.

Wow, what excitement.  It is a Monday, my only excuse.