I’m not the only one back from a holiday at work today. Carolyn and I — fresh from a week of “free time” — were discussing how it would be nice if on your first day returning from vacation you only had to work for half an hour. It would be like going back to high school where on the first day — which happens to be today here in Vancouver — they take attendance and shuffle you around for a (very short) while before releasing you again as some sort of encore to summer holidays. Work should be like that. I should have been able to come in today — tell a short little story to my co-workers entitled “What I did on my week off” and then go home for a long nap. Wouldn’t that be nice.

Instead, riding the skytrain, then the crowded bus, down to my office I get to sit like a lump and try and figure out what I was working on before I retreated ten days ago saying I’d worry about it when I got back. Now I’m back and I get to worry about it, but I’m not sure I remember what “it” is.

More palindrome fun: 2552 hits as of having this site loaded here in front of me.