Holidays are awesome. They shake us out of our routine, rustle our complacency, and make our schedules step a little higher, a little differently, than usual. And that's a good thing.
But the morning after can be hard.
I woke up this morning to a popping back and aching shoulders, a testimony to the high waves the lake rolled out on us yesterday while we skied. A headache peeped around left shoulder blade, and mentally I was the equivalent of a freshly-emptied rain barrel: refreshed, but empty.
Thank goodness for caffeine that got us going, and a few minutes of quiet to let the day collect. Then, breakfast, through which much of my inspiration comes.
As I stalwartly strode to my desk to work, I immediately noticed that the internet had conked out, and yet my phone was receiving messages, telling me I had urgent business from my editor to tend to. Nice.
Ah, the morning after.
But it's okay- the relaxation, the time with family, all the celebrating of good stuff- was totally worth it. If I'm tired, sore, and a bit out of it, it was for an awesome reason, and well, onward and upward from here.
It's a good morning after.
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