Home again, home again, jiggity...where am I?

So one of the things people who vacation DON'T tell people who don't vacation is the serious disconnect one must process after one gets home. Having spent a full week seeing and doing and eating and watching All The Things, coming home is...Weird. I've been dizzy (probably equal parts dehydration, jet lag and last dose of prednisone, still have antibiotics to finish, yay bronchitis two days into a vacation!), tired and feeling like my spirit is still several miles away trying to catch up to my body. I keep having random flashes of nostalgia that Are Not Mine and there's yet another germ of a story floating around in my head, teasing the plot bunnies and further distracting me from finishing Urban Fantasy.

Don't get me wrong. I'm glad to be home. I missed my bed and my pillow and I'm looking forward to a hot jasmine infused bath tonight. How is it already twenty of five? Wasn't it eleven am just an hour ago?

See? Disconnect.

My tummy is a big squiggy, no doubt left over from very little food and too much coffee last night in the Final Push Home, plus the antibiotics. Did I mention those? yeah.

I have voice memos recorded on my phone, about 3 dozen pictures to post once I figure out how to set up a Flikr account (or any other suggestions for digital photo distribution), and I'm still tired.

Full debrief to come, eventually. Tomorrow it's back to work and there will be a lot of work to do.