I'm back at work, but I'm tired and crabby. My stomach is annoyed with me, probably because I've overloaded it with too-much-caffeine and not-much-nutrition. The first day back from vacation is always rough, even though I actually arrived back in town two days ago. Getting out of bed this morning was very difficult. Forcing myself to stay in this office until quittin' time is going to be even harder.
I had a surreal moment when I walked into the office this morning. As I started to head for my desk on the far right-hand part of the back wall, I vividly remembered a dream I must have had recently, perhaps even last night. The only thing I remember clearly about the dream was that my desk at work was on the far left-hand part of the wall. (Also it was larger and sunnier.)
The flashback startled me enough that I stopped walking for a moment, confused as to where my desk actually was. (It was on the right, where it's always been. Didn't take me long to find it really.)
I had something else I wanted to mention here, but I've forgotten what it was. I suppose that goes along fairly well with the general theme of this post though.