I’ll say this much for going away for a week and a half: it certainly leaves you with plenty of work to do when you return.
It feels like it’s going to be a long week, although not necessarily a bad one. We had cupcakes and ice cream cake for a co-worker’s birthday today, so how bad could it be? And I finished reading Scott Westerfeld’s Leviathan, which, if not exactly brilliant, is good fun, smart and entertaining YA steampunk.
I just feel like I haven’t quite adjusted to being back. Part of that’s the change in the weather, not really yet fall but definitely starting to cool down. Though it was at least this cool, if not occasionally cooler, in Canada, it still feels strange to have left New York and found that time has actually continued to move on in my absence. And I still miss a lot about Banff. Admittedly, it’s hard not to miss a lot about it — setting my own schedule, responsible for nothing more than enjoying the scenery and trying to write — but I still haven’t quite shaken the weird disconnect of being back.
I suppose I will, at some point.