On Being Happy At Not Having to Go to Work But For Rubbish Reasons
First Monday, new year
turn over, fall back asleep
bittersweet but warm
That post-Christmas back-to-work / school cloud that hangs over you after the excitement of the festive season and the New Year. I always hated that. I’ve got a very wise friend who always takes an extra day off work so she never has to go back on a Monday. Just makes it feel a bit less of a shock to the system after a holiday. One more chance to gloat quietly over those that are back at their desks, takes the edge off it all slightly. Tuesdays feel a little bit less evil than Mondays.
This is the first time post New Year since my diagnosis that I’ve not been working and when that alarm went off at stupid o’clock and Spooky got up, well I had been in such a deep sleep and mid crazy-dream that I got a bit of a fright. It felt like the middle of the night. For a moment I was so incredibly grateful that I didn’t need to get up, I just turned over and buried myself under the covers. Happy and warm. Then I remembered why I wasn’t working and it was sort of sad. That didn’t last long… I’ve never been a morning person, happy won out. So did sleep…
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