Dear blog,
This week has been, in some senses, a wash. I arrived back on Sunday afternoon. I thought I was perky and fine, but I slept two hours of Monday and Tuesday afternoons away, and have felt hungover for most of the week so far. Jetlag, oh how I love thee. I’m very happy with how my trip went, but happier that CHARLES went into hospital on Monday and was sent home because he was fine. I’m worried because my mother is headed for hospital on Saturday, for surgery, so struggle to worry about the deadlines that aren’t quite whizzing by. Today I watched both of my girls swimming lessons, which delighted at least one of them to almost unreasonable proportions. Tomorrow Marianne and I are taking my mother out for lunch. I will worry about deadlines on Friday. The cricket’s on, and I can noodle away between deliveries. Proposals to be written and reminagined, and lists to be made and checked. I should focus. And that day job comes back onstream on Monday. Till then, though, it’s lunch, naps and West Wing re-runs. Envy me.
J
No jetlag here, but my mom’s in the rest home recovering from surgery on a broken hip — she’ll still be there next week, when we Yanks have Thanksgiving — and I want to wait for a few more books to arrive and get read before I start my review column. (I’ll send you and Locus the list-so-far separately, later today.) Things like that *can* be really distracting! Good news about Charles, anyway, and I’m glad one daughter likes swimming. (Hated it myself, since the smell of chlorine makes me nauseous.)