I seem to be back in the saddle.
I’ve caught up on my rest.
I’ve done some theraputic art work–mostly those ATCs I mentioned, that had to be done for trades I’d signed up for before the trip.
I’ve bought groceries. (Yikes. It really took me a while to work up to that one. Alas, Sadie and Bernice wouldn’t have understood why there was plenty of red wine but no dog food.)
I have packages to send out–gifts bought in Spain–and the like.
And I’m writing again.
That feels so good.
My life. It gets hectic sometimes, but it’s mine, and I love it.