Hey, good to have you back.
I hope you enjoyed your summer. I hope you played like a child. Read a book you don’t dare showcase in your cabinet. Visited new places, wandered around familiar places and discovered something new. I hope from time to time you thought the deepest of scientific thoughts:
If you’re anything like me, your vacation started with the thought: I can’t go. Not now. There’s too much work to be done. But let’s face it, there’s always more work to do. As I grow older I’m getting slightly better in casting off these thoughts, because I realized I am actually saying: If I go, things will go horribly wrong. I’m just that important. And doesn’t that carry a teeny bit of grandiosity in it?