I returned to work today and hated it. Not my job, or the people, just having to be somewhere and having to do something. I’ve always hated that part, but the feeling is especially acute after a break and all-consuming after you’ve gotten married and all you can think about is how you’d rather be with your wife in your home to wallow in life and love together.
So, I left early hoping to head home to write. Very few words made it on screen or paper but some words are better than no words so I’ll take it. I napped some and cleaned like I always do when I am alone. I think I’d like to read later too and to cook dinner for my wife when she gets home. I guess—now that I think about it—that is what I love most about summer. I can pretend for a while every afternoon to live a simple life.