Downtime

I find it endlessly fascinating that I'm spending my first days off after returning from vacation doing all of the things that I had originally wanted to do on my vacation but didn't have time to. The older I get, the more I'm beginning to understand that vacations really aren't as much of a relaxation as I thought they were...

I had fully believed, somehow, that visiting my mom and my in-laws would be restful and low-key. I have no idea where this idea came from, but it was obviously not anywhere in this universe. The visits were fun, and I certainly enjoyed the chance to be somewhere else, eat good food, and have people load me down with metric buttloads of strange and unusual gifts, but other than crocheting one sock and finishing the last chapter of a novel I had on loan from a coworker, absolutely none of my personal goals for crafting, enjoying my own company, and lazing around were even vaguely met.

So yesterday and today have been spent actually doing vacation-stuff which was neglected for purposes of life during the actual vacation. I have managed to set a personal record for new cookbooks used in one day, making up for nearly two weeks without any baking of my own. I'm blithely ignoring responsibilities, buying new books in spite of already having an insanely prodigious to-read list, sleeping late, stitching, and... you know, that looks like far too much activity for a lazy day. Maybe I should go back to bed now, before it starts to feel too much like work.....