There's this overflow in the first

day back at work.

An overflow of that holiday laid-back at-peace-with-the-world buzz. It's laid-back, but it's such a buzz. It's one oxymoron I couldn't live without.

Who doesn't get a buzz from a holiday?

A holiday means anti-work. So does that mean work is anti-holiday?

Ok, I just did a Yoda without even realising it. My bad.

I'm here, and there's news about Shinzo Abe's coalition doing badly at the polls ('crushing defeat' is what the wires call it), and with AzS here to entertain me, it helps eases the holiday overflow a little into more of an niggling ebb.

And I've got the lovely, dark velvet of kd lang's Hallelujah in my ears. Pure velvet. Makes your heart break.