The Salt Mines

Here's how stupid and wound-up and uptight and therapy-hungry I am. I've been on vacation since Friday, Feb 15 at 5pm. So, that was 10, nay 11 days ago. (I've been watching The Tudors, can you tell?) The last day of my vacation is tomorrow. And instead of spending my vacation relaxing, unwinding, emptying my mind of work troubles, I spent every day counting down how many days it will be before I have to return to work. All I can think about now is how it's almost over! I sabotage myself every time I have some time off. It's never enough. NEVER! And who in their right mind finds the first grey hairs ever on her head on vacation? It only exacerbates the feeling of my time running out, not just in vacation time, but in life.

I ask in the most innocently possible tone of voice I can muster, as well as faux meekness...

what do you think it means?