It’s nice to be back home.
Today was all about getting things done–watered and fed the orchids (and apologized to them for being gone so long, and for how cold it is) (relatively speaking–it actually feels fine to me, compared to 17 degrees in Portland, but what do orchids know?); bought groceries; checked the PO box and paid bills; unpacked; sorted and dealt and organized and all manner of boring but very necessary and satisfying things.
Oh, there is still more to do–much more! I have to do laundry. I have to update my website. The apartment is not really all that clean. I haven’t even begun to look at my various writing projects. But…I feel a good sense of accomplishment anyway.
When it really hit me–well, here’s how it went: I set the alarm and got up at 5:30 to go to yoga as per usual. I got home from yoga, had breakfast and coffee, and started fiddling with the interwebs, all as per usual. And when it got to be 9:45 and I hadn’t rushed off to the shower, much less run up the hill to the office: that’s when it hit me, that’s when I realized, Oh, I don’t have to go to work. Ha!
Lovely. And I get to do it all over again tomorrow!
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Am planning further trips north, of course. I’ve already bought tickets for the weekend of the 18th, and I’ll certainly be up there for Jay’s first chemo in early January. I think I won’t risk driving again, not in the dead of winter–I feel like I got pretty lucky with yesterday’s drive. Plus, meh. I am now officially tired of 11-hour drives.
Ask me again after my next FlightFail, though. There will probably be a different answer…. (sigh)