I don't know the official day, but it's soon, since spending that much time at home leads to a longing to enact new laws, ruin lives and spend money they don't have.
Anyway, I'm hoping at least half come back with bruises from the rotten vegetables they were pelted with over their time off. They deserve it and a less polite society wouldn't be throwing vegetables.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.