There is no upside to going back to work after a vacation in a tropical paradise.

None.

I had to get up when it was still dark out. I showered in a cold house. No one made breakfast for me. It's 1:43pm and I haven't even had one margarita, mai tai, dirty martini, or bloody mary.

Gah.

But it sounds like I'm complaining. Seriously, I'm not. I had a terrific time in Mexico. It was beautiful and warm. I was surrounded by loved ones and fish tacos and duty-free booze we bought at the airport. Now I'm home. I got to see my friend M's incredibly adorable and hilarious new baby on Saturday. Then I had dinner with two other wonderful ladies, J (recently back from England) and A (recently back from Africa). I relaxed with the Man and the cats. I made food and washed laundry and did some Christmas shopping.

Life is good. I am sleepy.