It always happens. I come back from a fabulous roadtrip where I’d been bouncy and excited and going here and there, doing new things with a smile on my face, and now it’s back to work tonight, bills in the mailbox tomorrow, and days go by in their overwhelming sameness.
My itchy feet are nailed to the floor, and reality has raised its’ depressing head.
I feel like writing a blues song.
I suppose the only thing that will cheer me up is a Habs trouncing of the Bruins Wednesday night.