It's only been 3 months since I stopped "working, " but apparently that was long enough that my first two days back in an office have seriously wiped me out.
I feel like a toddler -- I'm trapped in a cubicle, doing busy work that just doesn't feel valid. I want to get up and move around when I get antsy; I want to go outside and catch some sun when the air conditioning gets oppressive; I'm appreciative of the endless free coffee, but I'd rather be at home making my own. I forget to eat lunch when I'm working at home, but by noon the past two days I've been ready to start gnawing on the edge of my desk. Apparently boredom makes me hungry.
I get it, it's money. I need that, and my savings will be nicely replenished after a week, but I've come home two days in a row and just crashed on the couch. A thunderstorm woke me up near 2:00 a.m. and I wandered into the workroom and tidied up a bit and lined up some work for tonight, but again, I came home and the couch called to me.
Hump day tomorrow. I'm hoping I can make it over, and not trip over it and fall flat on my face.