I should be at work by now, except that I'm on holiday. For the rest of the month. On holiday. Not working. Me.

As you might guess, I'm finding this all a little odd.

The last time I really took more than a week or so off work or study was semester break during my undergraduate years. Sure, I took a little time to be at home when Romilly was born, but that was probably more work than what I was doing at university (and definitely less sleep). That means it's been over six years since I've gone out of my way to stop.

In summary, I have no idea what to do with myself.