I spent a lot of time this past week doing nothing, it was all I dreamt it could be.
I am now at the stage where I feel depressed that it is coming to an end. It’s not so much that work misty begin, but regret that nothing has to end. Possibly regret that I haven’t done enough, that I don’t have much to show for all this time off.
I saw my family, shared my children, and had some reflective time with the wife. I had time apart with both my brother and my sister with the brain tumor… One of the sanger of the family, apparently.