I’ve been trying to make believe that I am still on vacation since I got back Sunday night. Working Monday was only a small bump in the road, as I had Tuesday off. Maybe I wouldn’t normally spend my vacation scrubbing my house, but it felt good to get it done. Then we hit Wednesday and it’s like a regular work week.

I can’t trick myself any more. I’m tired and want it to be Friday already. I’m behind, and my whole weekend is going to be spent catching up. With people I haven’t seen in ages, with my bills, with sleep, and yes, with the website. Pictures are nearly caught up. They’ll stay caught up as the camera, well, she is broken. I know, I get sick just thinking about it. I have many posts half written, and I mean actually typed out half done. I have several other subjects I must cover to make myself happy. And yes, there is the month in review for June. I know, girls, I know. Ideas are floating around for it, but month in review posts take me hours, I have to actually research since the memory is not so good.

I haven’t been able to sit down and do it though, I just keep hanging on to the “I’m on vacation” mindset, and I don’t want to go back to work yet. I do view this as a type of work, and it’s a good thing I’m my own boss, otherwise my ass would be fired.  Just keep in mind that I was on the losing end of a fight with my arch enemy, Caffeine, last weekend and have been hobbling around for days.  I don’t know how I’m trying to justify that injuries* to my legs keeping me from writing, but just take pity on my broken body and give me a few extra days, huh?

*Hey, I mashed together a picture of the injuries.  Don’t look at the picture if you’re all squeamish and weird about bruises/scrapes.  I’m not big on peeping other people’s injuries, but for some reason when it’s my body turning 18 different shades of green and blue I am transfixed.  Unfortunately I could only photograph my knee bruises and the scrapes on my foot, calf and upper thigh.  I would have loved** to document the elbow bruises, but really?  How do you take a picture of your own elbow? 

**I’m totally aware how insane it is to be so interested in my own bruising, but maybe this will serve as a fierce reminder that caffeine is a fickle, bitter bitch.  Besides, my knees are more colors right now then my hair has ever been, and that’s saying something.