Where the H-e Double Hockey Sticks Have You Been?!

Oy vey. It's been a crazy couple of months.

The performing arts festival I work for just wrapped a couple weeks ago and then (don't hate me) I took a hot holiday in Hawaii to recoup. I had never taken a summer vacation in winter before and now I know why the people who do never shut up about it. It's the bloody crack cocaine of travel. No schedule. Fruity concoctions to be drunk on all hours of the day. Beach, beach and more beach. It has completely and utterly spoiled me. I want one every year now. And I want to go for longer. And when I'm at the office, I'm dreaming about being back there. It has become so bad that I've actually become one of those people who uses an idyllic beach vista for their desktop background... on both my home and work computer. I know, such a cliche. I have no shame. But like a nicotine patch, it's helping me transition (or so I think). I never thought I suffered from Seasonal Affective Disorder, but now that I've tasted of the temperate weather I'm missing elsewhere in the world, I think I do. If this keeps up I may have to buy one of those sun lamps and redecorate with palm tree patterns and play Serene Sounds of the Ocean 4 at all times.

But the real travesty here is that there are worse, much, much worse problems in the world and I'm complaining about the after effects of taking a hot holiday. Shoot me please, I'm too far-gone.