Home, home, and dang glad to be here. The kitties were well-taken care of by a neighbor and ex-workmate from my internship, but still they glom onto me today like fuzzy barnacles. They pretend that they are cool and independent, but at this very moment they are all seated within 20 inches of me and every few minutes or so someone reaches out a paw to touch me or meows a piteous lonely yowl to stimulate petting. They are glad I am home, too.
I have a lot that I want to write, but this morning I am going to take care of my school stuff - the financial aid final details, buy the books, pay for parking - because classes start next week and it's time to get crackin'. It is raining like a sumobeitch and the floors are sticky and need a cleaning. Unpacking needs to be finished up. I seriously need to lift weights and do situps. Life beckons. Time to plug back in to the tiltawhirl of day to day.
I want to write about what I discovered this past visit, about how people don't change, and what a relief it is to be able to surrender into that. And I want to write about the mystical experience I had a couple of weeks ago and how it fits in with the anger and high stakes crankiness that has been running for months now. More to come . . .