The past three weeks were so unbelievably hectic that I feel like I'm still recovering. When I got home, I had some lunch with Robb, and then conked out and slept for sixteen solid hours. I've repeated this marathon snooze-fest a couple of times, and think I've finally caught up on my sleep.
I had all sorts of crazy notions about being bored and lonely, and so I brought a number of unfinished projects, which didn't even get unpacked from my bags. The truth is that I was lucky to feed myself, and get my clothes washed during this time. When the hotel caught on fire, the laundry facilities were closed down, so I ended up bringing home a suitcase full of dirty paint clothes. I have such class.
I'm glad to be home, and now that I'm no longer feeling like the Walking Dead, I'm going to catch up on all my neglected projects.