I have fully transitioned back into the work-week.  And I found that I do quite like it.  I like to be able to work and get things done.  You know, progress, success, accomplishment.  It seems to be a very human state to wish you had a day off during a working day, and during a day off you get a little bored and wish for something more to do.  I just got back from the church run and it felt so good.  There was a breeze and it was cool and quite pleasant. But I do have one complaint:  during the morning I have to force myself a little bit, because I don't feel  quite 'into' my day.  Then when I finally do feel 'into it' its night time and the day is virtually over.  I guess I just need something to complain about.  My day is full of so many different things and there is always something that went right.  But I still haven't had a day when everything went right.  Maybe that is reserved for another time and place (another life, perhaps).   I wonder if my standard is too low, like I am happy with only doing a few things throughout the day, or is it my energy that is lacking, as in I only have energy enough to do a few things.  I just can't go full speed all day long.  I just looked at some family pictures on Sheila's Facebook of some of the grand kids from some years back.  I enjoyed remembering them as they once were, but I do like it now when most of them are much older.  I wonder what tomorrow will bring.