Post-Vacation Vortex

I am spinning in the post-vacation vortex. Two months of work I wish was already done swirls in my brain. But, the price paid, and the fun we had, is worth the state I find myself in today, this week, for the next three weeks—at least. 

What I want to do more than anything is write. No different than any other day, or any other week of my life. Looking at my calendar, I have no idea when writing will fit in again. Perhaps over the weekend, when I can do it guilt-free, thus be more productive when I’m thinking about everything I should be doing rather than thinking about the story.

The boys are off camping. Next week Frank goes to Eagle Lake, and POOF! summer is gone, they’re back in school, and my life goes from a calendar that shows empty days to one where every day is jam-packed full of more things than can possibly be accomplished. 

But again, the time away was blissful, restful, wonderful. I wouldn’t trade it for anything, even having everything on my to-do list marked off.