Vacation Hangover.

Week back from a weeks vacation can be a brutal pain in the ass. Monday was hard. My time was out of wack. I was on Mountain Time. I had also forgotten what my alarm sounded like. I think my mind wanted to forget it. Being a vacation, I munched. I grazed. I was hungry all day Monday. Real bummer. I’m glad I came in because I had a lot I needed to do. Putting it off would have only been worse. Had to power through.

A vacation hangover is the worst. I don’t mean from drinking, just the sleepiness and getting back into the groove. Yvette and I both were feeling it. Each morning I had to drag my ass out of bed. Spending 8 days in a different time zone threw me out of whack more than I thought it would. Call it jet lag or whatever, it’s real. We also slept in everyday.

God I was busy. That what I wasn’t really wanting, but I was.

Friday Yvette and yes youngest came over. We ate and he and I laughed at a movie. The Fall Guy. I needed it. Maybe we both did. It was a long week. Dinner was good. She wanted Bulgogi. Kimchi. It worked.

I guess it was a week. I think I said that.