I'm finding it hard to shake the metaphorical sand out of my shoes. Being back at work somehow seems like a very odd thing - as though 'real life' is happening somewhere outside the window and I'm insulated for it.
That may just be that I'm not really sleeping at the moment (home alone, noisy cats) or it might be post vacation blues but it's very weird this life in limbo.
Last night was dinner and a movie with a couple of friends. Dinner at Eve was as lovely as ever; the movie ($5 Wednesdays) was a bit of a despressing affair in which Helen Hunt and Colin Firth get angsty and get together; against a backdrop of edgy misery. It was okay. And it was an evening away from So You Think You Can Dance
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