It used to be reviving, being liberated from assignments and tasks; to be free to carry on much as always, but without guilt.
Is it simply a sign of age, now, have I just decayed, to find the air going out of me upon the commencement of my vacation; to be so deflated, to return to the hiding-in-rooms and avoidant sleep patterns?
Although; I am too tired to have much thought to spare for any of those who have spent the last few months, years, crowding my mind.
My mind is quiet. I should have predicted how this, too, would be disconcerting.