Time Off is Bad for the Working You

I am sitting here deep in paperwork, urgent invoices, to do list that is longer than my arm because I had last week off work. Very nice it was but it seems like a distant memory. I can hardly remember what I did. I have a vague recollection of sleeping late, of going to the movies in the afternoon, of a panic-attack inducing trip to IKEA of epic proportions, visits to builders yards to buy planks (my decorator mate just laughs at me when I refer to planks, I think in the trade they are just wood or even planed wood). And today I have forgotten exactly what it is that I do and how to do it. Sigh. Good job I didn't have two weeks off, I might have forgotten the way to the office.