Back to Work

Because somehow I don't believe that being on retreat/intensive is "work" I went to "work" "work" this morning. I like my job. Much better than my last job. It's not that hard to spend a morning with these people. And after my week in the mountains, getting in a car and driving somewhere, and then driving back afterward seemed downright luxurious. There's other work I have to do. The back at home and unpacking and setting things to rights kind. The laundry kind. After a week of wet, every thing, worn or not, smells swampy and musty,and I can no longer put it off, so to the underworld. . .

a.k.a. the basement

With laundry. Lots and lots of laundry.

And then sleep. As much as I can get.