Pre-trip blues

J is in her study frantically trying to finish some work before we leave. I'm trying not to think about all the crap I have to face at work when I come back.

In a couple of hours, we leave for Japan. But right now, the house feels like a tomb; stifling and deafeningly silent, save for the sporadic burst of machine-gun typing.

This isn't what I expected, not a couple of hours away from the start of a holiday.

This doesn't feel right.

Whatever happened to that gut-wrenching eagerness, the build-up of excitement that is supposed to strike come vacation season? Blasé, or just disenchanted?

Think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts, it's vacation time.

Whee.