I don't know how to describe how I feel right now. A bit hopeless. Empty. I hate when I feel like I wasted a day, even when I know I didn't. Today was objectively a "good day," but I dunno, I just felt off. I've been feeling off for a few days now. I unofficially dedicated this day to some end-of-year housekeeping / clean-up, and I got done what I wanted to for the most part, but what was the point? My better half has been in a miserable mood all day, and I felt like I couldn't say anything all day without getting my head bitten off.
I'm staring down the barrel of going back to work like some dreadful countdown timer, anxious about all the shit I'm going back to, not feeling rested, and feeling more stressed out going back to work than when vacation started. I already fully expect that tomorrow's going to suck—with people stopping by, my entire day will be sacrificed to the work needed to host people, which I really don't want to do.
Eh…just riffing. No real point here, just more of a "stream of consciousness" post. Many thanks to Rose Mirren for starting this thread.