Home from vacation.
It’s hard to get up the energy to want to do anything. Yoga pants are on. Suitcase is half unpacked. Laundry basket is full. Doordash delivered my dinner. I should have walked the dogs. I should be working on National Board stuff.
Tonight is going to be a good night to do some more reading (I read four books on vacation) and catch up on some shows. It’s funny how I have 43 years of slices I could write about, but nothing is coming to my mind right now.
A good vacation is exhausting.