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I can't seem to concentrate on anything today. I got good, my-boss-is-happy-with-me news this morning, and my brain seemed to think that meant it could go on vacation for the rest of the afternoon. Great. So I find I'm restless and bored and totally lethargic all at the same time. I think I could sleep, if I had a bed, and at the same time, I'm dying to accomplish something. That isn't sleeping. Charles and I are going to Napa tomorrow, to spend a night at the Fetzer Vineyard. Christmas present from my mother and sister. I'm really looking forward to it; I think my brain needs the vacation something fierce. I wish I could follow it up with a peaceful week, but I can already see that isn't going to happen. I don't know how people do it. Work and relationships and hobbies and all. It's just so much to worry about, all the time. Sometimes I wish I could get away with being a social hermit until I reach retirement.