BEMOANING

I have to go back to work tomorrow. I should be happy, but I am sad to see my vacation end.

I know, I know. I am very spoiled to get three weeks off. However, I just always hate to see a good thing end.

It doesn't feel like I've been very productive, but really, I have been.

My house was cleaned, top to bottom. Closets were organized ... cupboards were cleaned out. Two bags and a box FULL of stuff were taken to Goodwill ... I've done A LOT of playing.

All good things must come to an end, right?

I suppose so ... insert my heavy sigh here.