It's always a mixed bag coming back into work after a long vay-cay. There are the mundane tasks of catching up on mail (interoffice, snail and e-), clearing off the desk, forgetting the new intern's name and catching up on the gossip.

Highlights include:

• The company's decision to move all employees to my old insurance carrier. Yay! I get to have my primary care gal again! Only, BOO! I have to do a "health assesment" which includes (according to rumor) an HR-administered BMI. Since I only used my current health insurance twice last year (annual and a killer migraine), I resent this. Then again, we have someone on the staff who underwent a stem-cell implant last year, so maybe they have a point.

• The teen-driven section will be going on summer hiatus and replaced with a 20-34 year-old demograpic driven section and I get to write for it. WOO!

• The "Breakfast Club" cast (minus Emilio right now) will be reuniting for the MTV Movie Awards. Insanely happy.

• TPTB installed new, retina-scarring red LED clocks in the middle of the newsroom.

• Liz Smith gave Sarah Vowell a shout-out.

• As usual, my computer was frelled when I got back.

• Apparently? Not a good idea to respond to the question of "How was your vacation?" with "Too long."

Coming back into work on a holiday always makes for a nice transition. Holidays in the newsroom and everyone has their heads down, trying not to pay attention to anyone else and just get out. On holidays, I can wear jeans and hide behind my monitor and answer the few questions that are lobbed my way, but really? Nobody cares. Just as it should be with a bunch of jaded journalists.