Without a bit of routine to differentiate the days, I’m feeling kind of lost. I can mentally tell myself that this is Saturday, but it doesn’t feel like a weekend. It feels like every other past day for me this week. It’s kind of mind-boggling for me that tomorrow is Sunday. That means that I have a run tomorrow morning. It also means that I have work again in two days.

I’m not necessarily saying that I want to be at work again. I’ve established that in yesterday’s post. Actually, more than anything I think I’m craving the bit of routine that work provides. It divides the week such that I can actually look forward to the weekend. Without it, this week has just been a blur. Sure, that’s a great thing on a few levels, but…

Aaaaargh. I almost typed something that I shouldn’t type.

I swear, next time I plan on taking time off I should try to make it a destination vacation. We’ll see.