Although my return to the office after the Christmas break wasn't nearly the hardship I'd expected it to be, the week did seem to drag on forever. It wasn't so much my workload, which was more than bearable as, apparently, lots of people were still enjoying their holidays. No, it was getting up at the crack of dawn, which felt akin to being in the middle of the night, that made the week seem to last an eternity.
How I missed those sleep-ins and leisurely mornings of the week before! How I envied Bess who, after her early morning surge of energy, was already back in snooze-mode by the time we left the house.
But yay, I got to go home early on Tuesday, as I was booked in for my booster jab that day. As before, it all went like clockwork and, including the usual 15-minute waiting time afterwards, I was in and out within barely 20 minutes. And apart from a sore arm, which prevented me from lying on my left side that night, I seemed to have escaped any nasty side effects.