velocity

Strange that I can forget how my own house smells in just nine days. Now I have to readjust; to the smell, to the speed of my car and my internet, to the pattern of my life. Maybe someday this will be the vacation, and the reality I adjust to will be the smell of someone else's house. But for now, my little thugs need me, and my house is the only place that has all of my stuff in it.

I had nine days of leisure; good meals, reading comic books, driving with no destination in mind. Now it's time to light a fire under myself. I have a lot to get done. I have to write a query letter for my novel, and get that sent out. I have to finish scripting the first few pages of my comic book, so my artist will have something to do. I have to practice using my free sewing machine, so at some point I'll be able to justify buying a better one. I have to gain momentum. I'm so full of potential energy, I just have to start the pendulum swinging.

Also:

Possibly the un-sexiest thing I've ever said after sex: "Um, I lost my bandaid somewhere." Go me.