The Sisyphus Syndrome

My sister Pat has one of those little wooden artist models on her staircase in her new home. When I visited last week I occasionally rearranged the dolls pose over the course of our stay. Today, as I was going over the pictures from our visit, this particular pose really hit home with me.

This is exactly how it felt to return to work after a week off, sort of like Sisyphus and his rock.

As if the reentry into the world of work wasn’t bad enough, I also had to cut the grass when I got home tonight.

I miss Spring Break.