I rang in the new year in the most boring way…doing nothing. After waiting at the baggage carousel for over an hour, I got home from the airport late and spent the minutes between then and midnight opening mail that had accumulated while I’ve been gone. No alcohol, no noisemakers, no fireworks. Magazines, Christmas cards, and bills instead.
I think long breaks are supposed to leave you refreshed, ready to go back to work. This is not so for me. It’s left me with a sense that tomorrow will be only a continuation of the monotonous.