Happy New -- well, you get the idea.

[toomuchplor]

Today I'm passive-aggressively back to work, the kind of thing you can only do working from home.  I've been alternating procrastinatory-type internet activities with writing emails and booking venues and checking schedules, but I'm doing all of this in my pyjamas, and none of it with good cheer.  Boo, New Year.  This is why I've never liked you.

Still, I've had a fairly nice holiday break -- lots of time spent playing with my niblings (borrowed from a friend, the generic term one uses for nieces/nephews, derived from siblings) and assorted other children, as well as occasionally talking to other grown-ups.  I also got to reconnect a little with my former roommate, who's been living out of town for a couple of years but has had a couple of medical issues come up over the last several months which have forced her to slow things down and spend time with friends, which is a yay for both of us, medical issues aside.

The next half-year looks to be a busy one.  First up we have a couple of major productions that will be equal parts stress-making and artistically rewarding.  I'll be travelling for work quite a bit starting in March and going right through August.  I'm only hoping the travelling will involve visits with my long-lost iykwim and perhaps even my longer-lost sparktastic (in the farthest-flung Atlantic province and the UK, respectively).  Mixed in there are the third birthdays of my two nieces (three years old already!  What?) and the first birthday of my nephew, and my dear dad's retirement after more than forty years of working in the public sector.  I'm more than five years out of grad school and only now am I getting that sense of endless time passage that working people experience; I'm starting to lose the seasonal feeling of school that's been my way of marking time since I was a little kid, and it's not because my work doesn't have seasons, because it definitely does!  It's because that gap between the close of one season and the start of the next has disappeared and seasons have started to overlap and it all feels continuous and cyclical and endless.  I'm exhausted just thinking about it. 

I need coffee, in fact.

Comments

[lately]

Bleh, I am also not loving the new year. It's funny, because I should be seeing the seasonal feel you miss, but it turns out that I am feeling the continuous cyclical and endless drag of one into the other just as much as you do. I think it might be an age thing, unfortunately.

Oh January. You do so come to try us. We should celebrate our half-birthday this year. Might cheer both of us up. ♥

[toomuchplor]

I think it might be an age thing, unfortunately

Agreed. Sigh. We are old.