Ah, so you’re back at the old routine then, work, work, work!
The muse is a fickle woman
she will come and go
she drives with full passion
disturbing one in the night.
After she has poked and prodded
your memory to exhaustion
she will then take flight
you’ll hear her laughing
in early morning as you fight
the cobwebs out!
Yup. It is amazing just how quickly the “In” box becomes overflowing after a few days off. I love the poem, it is so true. LOL.