Break Blues

And so ... beginning last Monday was the official start of my between-book-break. It's been a while since I took one of these longer than a week or two but this time I am planning on at least a month. Time to catch up on all the chores around the house I haven't done, the housework I haven't done, prep for Passover and Easter, work on a couple of small projects, read and watch movies and do whatever else I can to feed the well.

Usually I'm good at this for about two weeks. Then I start to get antsy. A little obsessive-compulsive, are we? Yes indeed we are. But I can't help it--I happen to love my job, and I'm really looking forward to delving into research for the next book, which I will start doing probably just after the two week point. Maybe three weeks, depending.

In any case, taking a break does not mean I don't have an enormous amount to do, and so what happens nearly the moment I announce I'm on a break?

I get sick.

I suppose, if I wanted to look at the truth (which I'm not to anxious to do), this is my body's way of protesting. And don't think I don't realize the very strange coincidence that the very day after I turn in the new book, I end up with a cold. In any case, I suppose this is my chance to curl up with all those books on my TBR pile, a blanket and several cups of tea. Which I am going to do, starting ... NOW.