I started working again today. It was only for a couple of hours, but I kind of liked it. It felt good like exercise feels good after a few
years months away--tiring but challenging and motivating and right. Don't tell anyone. This is terrible news for the part of my brain that has been procrastinating writing an inquiry letter to a former advisor for two months because if I want a job in January, I'm going to have to, like, find one. And to do that I'm going to have to drum up some professional confidence and some ability to have a conversation beyond "What does a cow say? Good!!"
Admittedly, two hours by myself, with my shirt on, is really a huge luxury anyway these days, whether I actually enjoyed the work or not.
Of course, coming home was pretty awesome too.