Turns out coming back from a holiday was a completely normal thing this time too.
(My thoroughly disconnected mind clearly did not and began wondering how the place could possibly still be the way I left it.)
A slow and confused start (an alarm is ringing, why is an alarm ringing?) followed by a gradual figuring out of just what exactly I am meant to do at that strange place. In the end, it was a nice calm Monday at work, and a pretty focused one at that.
To really put a silver lining on the day, I spent my lunch visiting the office of Santa. Or santa's librarian perhaps. Or curator. Whoever.
Anyway, I got to borrow some really amazing vintage toys.
More, probably much more, on these wonders from an alternate future later.