I woke before the sun, cleaned the bathtub, went out early for good coffee and a trip to the bakery, took the dogs to the dog park, retrieved my laptop from the Geek Squad and went to the drugstore, all before 11 a.m.
Driving home I thought about all the things I needed to do:
Laundry for four people
replace shower curtain liner
finish going through mail hastily sorted last night
fix home-cooked meal
start on some housecleaning, because I’m interviewing a cleaning lady on Monday (Don’t even say it. I know.)
Exercise on the elliptical
Write a brilliant post about our trip, combining reflections on the state of the world with rhapsodizing about Edinburgh, the Cotswolds, family and friends
Reply to all your comments about Digestives
In the ten hours since then, I have done the following:
Sit on couch with laptop
Catch up on blogs and e-mail
Watch Vicar of Dibley, Series 1 and Mona Lisa Smile while starting to knit a baby blanket
Forget I’m watching the DVDs and realize five minutes have gone by and I don’t know what’s happened
Feel generally malaise-y
Ask Pure Luck to drive children to engagements with friends and to pick them up again later because of what I said immediately above
I suspect this is jet lag.
Oh, well. There’s always tomorrow.