Post vacation blues - but, not really. I had a great week off. For the first time in a long time, the vacation felt longer than it actually was. I'm not sure why. Maybe because we did lots of different things rather than one.
We spent a few days at York Beach, Maine. Specifically, the Short Sands beach - which is smaller and very rocky. But, the kids did not care. They were happy to dig holes, collect mountains of rocks, and jump in the waves.
Aside from that, it was just days at home. I did some personal shopping, scored some nice goodies. This past weekend was wonderfully full of serendipity. Spur of the moment, we had lunch with my parents on Saturday. My sister and most of her family spontaneously stopped by my parents' house while we were there. (They were also on their way home from a different Maine locale.) Sunday night, we decided on dinner at a local establishment and bumped into our friends there. They live in town, but we haven't seen each other in person in a very long time. It was really great.
I even had some sense of accomplishment as I started cleaning out the home office yesterday in anticipation of a redo of the room. We thought about hiring someone to build-in bookcases, etc., but we've decided to take our time. I'll order a few custom pieces at a time (e.g.; storage cabinet, custom-sized bookcase) and work a wall at a time myself. That'll spread the cost over some months.
I did not get much reading done. Well, I didn't get much reading done on The Twelve Children of Paris. It is a large enough physical book that I didn't want to lug it on vacation. I brought my Kindle instead, and read a handful of tie-in Doctor Who short stories that have been released this year to coincide with the 50th anniversary of the show. So far my favorite was the Second Doctor story, which featured The Necronomicon.
Back to the groove or grind, as the case might be.