I should be in bed. 6 days away, a good trip that was also tiring on a multitude of levels. The return to an apartment that has turned itself inside out and upside down as I pack up the last 18 years. And so I half unpack from the trip, and half pack for the move, and know I should go have a cry and a sleep, but here I sit, posting a flotsam of flotsam.
Tomorrow is another day.
I should be in bed.