It's back to work for yours-truly. I forgot how much fun sleeping in, being lazy, and shopping all day are. But I had nine blissful days of not working (including the weekends), punctuated at each end by a massive hangover. Yesterday was spent almost exclusively in my bed as I nursed a wretched wine hangover. I did practically nothing except play some with Little Pop and sleep and read. Before you think I'm some sort of terrible person, Little Pop and Dr Pop were right there with me most of the day, too. We just hung out and chilled. It was nice. But still, I managed to feel guilty for not making the most of my last day off before returning to the grind. Oh well. That's how I roll.