the end is nigh

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Interesting conversations me and my Beautiful Italian Friend have on Messenger: Hello, where are you? {her} Hello, I'm at home? {me} I slept very poorly last night, and this message did little to stop me feeling anxious about my return to work tomorrow. Maybe it's Wednesday? Nope. Definitely Tuesday. Still, it inspired me to check my work emails, just to be on the safe side. I discovered that a former vice-principal passed away, a colleague I know - but don't know - had a motorbike accident and spent six weeks in hospital, I was supposed to complete an online survey, and I'm definitely not due back until tomorrow. Phew. Hi. Hi. Good holiday? Yes, good thanks. Didn't it go fast? ... is the conversation we all have with each other upon returning from a longish summer break. Within five minutes of greetings we may as well have never been away. Still, at least the students won't be back till next week, so it may be quite relaxed. I don't feel rested. And at the same time I don't feel that I've really achieved anything. In fact, I could really do with another seven weeks off. Perhaps I can rewind time? No? Oh. *sigh*