Christmas has been and gone. New Year's Eve, likewise. The visitors have packed up and headed home - for a while. They're all coming back, plus many more, early next month for a big celebration we've got going.
The spare bed has been taken out of my office and now I have no excuse not to get back to work. My chair is waiting for me. The computer is open and ready. And on the desk beside it is my Christmas present from my lovely editor. Revisions on my latest medical story. :) She did say I could probably manage to write and eat Christmas mince tarts at the same time. Little does she know those tarts are long gone. Not that they went far. They're on my hips now, along with the cake and chocolates.
So this week I returned to work, though I took it slowly. I don't like being inside at the best of times so I figured a couple of hours on the computer allowed me at least that many outside. The summer has been a cracker so far, with high temps and lots of sunshine. Even from my office I can hear the boats out on the water towing skiers or biscuits loaded with shrieking kids.
Next week I will get serious and get stuck in - though I'm not making any promises as I heard my DB mention a fishing trip and then there are the berries to be picked and my kayak needs an outing.
This going back to work thing isn't all it's cracked out to be. There're so many tempting distractions that are far more fun. When I worked at the lab I didn't have a choice, but being an author gives me freedom to do as I chose. That's not always a good thing. Really I have to say thanks to my editor otherwise I'd probably take the whole month off. Then it would be February when I've got a party to organise and cater for. And so on.
Do you find it hard to go back to work after Christmas and New Year celebrations?