There’s something really nice about being able to sleep in your own bed after being gone for two weeks. (And okay, technically I was home last Monday for the day, but I was so busy getting ready for my next trip I’m not sure it really counted.)
I was so tired by the time I got home last night that I pretty much just staggered around the house and eventually crashed into oblivion. (Comes of the night before which involved 1) Getting a tattoo until 1 am. 2) Walking around Times Square for a while after that 3) Getting back to my room only to find the new neighbors awake and arguing very loudly for at least an hour 4) Roomie getting up 3 hours later to catch her flight 5) Friend texting me at 6:45 AM to ask me what I wanted to do for breakfast. >_<
I did try to sleep on the train home somewhat, but when I’m by myself I have a hard time relaxing that far. Plus I was trying to get some beta-reading done for a friend (did get some done, so yay). But I got home, got some dinner and then my energy just puddled out of me and I was reduced to watching Spongebob on the couch like some sort of zombie for a few hours. And then I tottered off to bed.
Today was better. Little bit of sleeping in. Little bit of breakfast. And then hanging out at a friend’s house with the family for a 4th of July party/barbecue. Hot and humid out (and I can’t go into the pool ’cause of the tattoo), but overall, I’m feeling pretty mellow. The past two weeks have been busy and I’m grateful to be home.
Clearly I needed to get away from the “Real World” for a while. Hopefully I can get back on the horse, wrap my polishing edits and move onto the next book with a fresh mind. 🙂