I hit the snooze button so many times that my alarm clock threatened to file a restraining order if I touched it again.
Yes, it is my first official day back to work after vacation.
No, I do not want to go.
Alas, unlike poor Pip in Great Expectations, I have yet to find a mysterious benefactor who will pay my way.
That’s right, Modern Philosophers, I’m tossing a little Dickens at you this early in the morning. Deal with it!
Staying with the plot of my favorite Dickens novel, I feel more of a connection to Miss Havisham, who refused to leave her home or change out of her wedding dress after she was jilted at the altar on her big day.
I might not be in a wedding dress (but my toga certainly could be mistaken for one!), but I definitely don’t want to leave The House on the Hill. Why can’t I just stay here, keep writing, and still receive a paycheck from work?
That sounds like the American Dream to me. Let’s make it happen.
Speaking of dreams, I had a crazy one last night. I was in Boston, not far from Fenway Park, and I was watching the Yankees and the Red Sox game on TV. I kept taking photos of Boston to prove that I was a quick throw across the diamond away from Fenway, but I couldn’t get the damn photos to post on Facebook!
Sorry. I need to calm down. I shouldn’t be taking out my angst about having to return to work on poor Jesse Eisenberg. I mean, he only plays Mark Zuckerberg in The Social Network. He’s not the real dude.
Just the other day, I caught the end of Zombieland on cable, and I mentioned to the person trapped on the couch with me how funny I found it that the founder of Facebook was now battling zombies.
But that incident happened during the first week of my vacation back when life was so good that I might be so bold as to label it as perfect.
That was a different time. Maybe I was Pip during that week and I had found my beautiful Estella and all was well with the world.
Isn’t it weird how this post keeps coming back to Great Expectations?
Well, it’s time to put on my game face and prepare for my return to the daily grind. I will never forget that vacation because it changed my life in a way that will probably inspire a novel of its own.
Don’t worry, I won’t call it Greater Expectations…
Happy Monday, Modern Philosophers!
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