Yes, 'tis hot, and muggy. And I begin house- petsitting tomorrow, so basically I'm moving my dirty laundry from a suitcase to my laundry basket and trying to plan out a few days' worth of clothes to layer on top so I'm ready to go to work and then out to the people with the somewhat high maintenance pets, but gorgeous view of the mountains.

Have so much to process; fanfic (written in my head on the drive home from Annapolis), the psychological, the 'how am I going to couch my perceptions when I write again in LJ' mode, the emotional (to be put on the uber-filter) and… yeah. well. My inner body clock is disturbingly out of whack considering how not that far away I went.

Love you; sent you a postcard, but I want to write you back a proper letter. Your music helped keep me content on the plane. :)