Knock knock. Who's there? Oh, it's real life

My post-vacation bliss is fading. Today has brought the following: my sister being all shitty about costs for a mountain trip this summer, a snafu with the maid in cleaning our townhouse, the realization that the carpet in both our townhome and our real house is fucked, a person who has known me for THREE years totally pronouncing my name incorrectly (she calls me something different every week) and a surprising lack of work at my real job. The last thing scares the shit out of me. I'm a real estate attorney, and the real estate market sucks big ones.

THUD.

I think that's the sound of my return to reality.