Post-Vacation Depression
This summer, I actually went on vacation. I hadn’t been on vacation, on a real vacation where I don’t check email or dial into just one conference call, since 2009. I was due.
This summer, I actually went on vacation. I hadn’t been on vacation, on a real vacation where I don’t check email or dial into just one conference call, since 2009. I was due.
Until three years ago, my summers were hot. The kind of sticky hot where you want to spend the days by the pool with a trashy novel sipping Bud Light Limes (yes, I think they’re delicious — go ahead and judge me).