It's Only A Paper Rose

Finally headed home. On the one hand, I know it's been a while since I stepped off the plane last - if nothing else, the trees have gone from just slight patches of yellow to completely yellow and half-bare. But on the other, it's really hard to believe it's been a whole month, even though I've accomplished a lot in that period. My mother's new place looks fantastic.

Brian came up for the last week, and we had a lovely time. In some ways it felt like a second honeymoon - he wasn't all stressed about work, and since we were staying with my mother finances weren't a big issue, so we were able to just relax and help her with her housewarming party and things. I think a lot of folks don't even realize how stressed out they get day-to-day until they're suddenly in a situation where nobody's putting any demands on them. I know it was true for me, and I'm glad Brian got to experience some of it too.

I didn't get anywhere near as much writing done as I was hoping, and indeed there was one point where I was ready to give up on the idea altogether. Fortunately I seem to be biologically incapable of maintaining a depressive state for longer than a few days, and while I'm still nowhere near 100% sure I'm going to get anywhere with this, the way forward seems...clearer, I suppose.

Apropos of nothing at all? I'm so doing "Bat Out of Hell" next time I'm at karaoke. You all may consider yourselves invited/warned.

And we're boarding. Overnight in Seattle, then to Tucson and driving home to Bisbee. I've missed our friends and the kitties like crazy lately...