Feeling the Burn of Re-entry
I am just back from a twelve-day trip, and resumption of daily life has been less than smooth. I struggled to get Drake, Guppy and myself dressed and out the door this morning. Only at lunchtime did I realize that Drake had missed breakfast. We eventually all got where we needed to be.
I have new appreciation for the enforced simplicity of living out of a suitcase. Back home, I am surrounded by too many choices; too many things that call for my attention.