What's wrong with this picture? Two weeks ago, I was lounging in the waters of the Caribbean enjoying adult beverages with friends. Today I am making sure I have enough large garbage bags to collect the trash from around my house that accumulated over the past month or so.
Just two weeks ago, my biggest concern was whether or not I was wearing enough sunscreen. Now, I am trying to make sure my monthly bills have been paid, my prescriptions have been refilled, and my clothes are washed.
Fourteen days ago, I was snorkeling in clear blue green water amid the coral and brilliantly colored fish. This morning I found my snorkel, mask, and fins and don't have a clue where to put them. Mainly they need to be out of sight and out of mind, so as not to bring on severe depression.
Only week before last, I was basking in the warmth of the clean white sands of the British West Indies and contemplating the merits of scaling fish for a living. Now, I am trying to find a shoe I misplaced yesterday that is some where midst the ever growing "matter" in this house.
Reality sucks. I thought the whole point of a vacation was to get away, relax, and recharge so you are rested and ready to go when you get home. Personally, I have found the readjustment painful. Perhaps scaling fish is for me after all. Hey, someone has to do it.
And, he looks like he needs help.