Back to work… soon.

After an exciting couple of weeks, it’s almost time for me to go back to work. Today is my last day off, and tomorrow I go back. So I took my last day off to watch The Constant Gardener, and write a couple of blog entries, after which I’ll go and get some groceries, in preparation for trying to cook something new, tonight. (I’ve cooked the same half dozen dishes over and over and over again, for the last two years; it’s time to try something new.)

There were a few things I did over the holidays that I haven’t written about yet, but nothing too exciting. We spent New Year’s Eve with Jer, T, Alexis, and Buddha Cat.



(I’ve wanted to put up a picture of Jer and T’s cat in his Buddha pose for a long time. I finally got the chance. Actually, I’d planned to take that picture with my camera phone, but I decided to just get Jer to send me a good picture, instead of the blurry monstrosity that would have come from my camera phone.)

As is so often the case, we spent New Year’s Eve watching movies, although this year we watched less movies than last year, and they were, arguably, better movies, too. (We watched Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man’s Chest, and Superman Returns. Pirates was pretty racist—Andrea pointed out that we’ve watched a lot of racist movies, lately—and Superman was… well, good and bad. Not great, I didn’t think.)

Sorry, got off track there, for a couple of paragraphs.

I’m sort of looking forward to going back to work, tomorrow. As with any holiday I take, I have a mixture of feelings; I’m looking forward to getting back to doing what I’m good at, but at the same time, I feel like there were a bunch of things I didn’t get a chance to do on the holidays. I can’t actually think of what those things might have been, but I always have that feeling when it’s time to go back to work.

I’m also looking forward to starting to post to the serna Bible Blog more often. I’d hoped to do some entries during the holidays, but I didn’t have as much spare time as I’d been thinking I would.

By Friday, I’m sure I’ll be back to the swing of things, and ready for the weekend. What a strange bunch of people we are, in North America—so obsessed with work, and yet even more obsessed with getting away from work. (Was that deep? No? Rats. I thought I was going somewhere good with that, but I guess not.)