The ninth of January - the day when, just as everyone has got used to summer holidays and figured out their groove for chilling out, doing not much of anything - the year's working life starts again.
The Man has gone back to work.
The kids have started preschool again.
The solicitor has returned to her office, so Maria is dealing with house buying paperwork.
The Ministry of Education are back up and running, so Maria can deal with their paperwork, too.
Only the shoe repairman is not back yet. Not a single note on his workshop's window, I guess he's out there somewhere, catching fish or hunting in the hills maybe, and enjoying what claims to be summer though looking at the weather, it could easily be autumn, or spring.
It's hardcore, this sudden return of... normal, I guess. Early morning alarm clocks, oatmeal porridge for breakfast, backpacks hanging by the door.
I really liked the summer holidays. Really, really liked them.
By about 25th of January we will have bought a house. 13th of February I start school. Mid-March we get to move in.
It's been an exciting year, and is an exciting year ahead still.