I'm just finishing up a vacation. Tomorrow I will be back to work at full force, and I'm already nostalgic for not having to worry about deadlines and story ideas. Don't get me wrong. I love my job. But there's something so wonderful about being able to focus on my son and husband and extended family and not worry about having to run off to interview someone for a story or write a story or do some reporting. I've also noticed that once you have lounged around a bit and afforded yourself the luxury to be lazy for once, it's addictive. When you are surrounded by those who are still lounging - my husband and parents are still on vacation and will be for far longer than I will be - you start to feel lazy yourself. So, the next time you find you and your spouse are like potatoes on the couch, take a nap, and then get up and get to work - or whatever it is you should or could be doing. It's the only way to ward off the laziness. Trust me. I'm off to do laundry and clean the kitchen as a means of getting myself in gear for the work day tomorrow.