Good morning… afternoon? Um, what time is it?
That’s basically how I’ve felt these past weeks since leaving Spain. Oh wait, it’s been over a month already! Um, can someone tell me again what time it is?
After the first mentally sfoggy 10 days back in the States, playing at tourist in New York City and Philadelphia, I finally made it back home to my parents’ house in California, where I pretty much promptly fell into bed… and I’ve scarcely left that cozy little nest since. No, I lie. I did in fact do a two week stint filling in for Dad’s summertime assistant doing irrigation tests. But I slept every time we were in the truck, so it was still like being in bed… sort of.
There were so many times when I thought of things I wanted to write about. I wanted to write about hamming it up for the second graders the last two weeks at school as Doctor Vapor during their science class experiments. I wanted to share the smile I got from repeatedly encountering a bubbly little girl on the walk to the train who was so incredibly proud of her English. I wanted to paint a picture of all the beautiful things I got to see, eat, and experience during my time on the East Coast. I wanted to ruminate on the sweet joys of a family getaway at the coast for my little sister’s 21st birthday.
But rather than write, I’ve slept… nights AND naps!
Oh delicious hours spent in the world of slumber! You may take away my ability to do anything at all productive, but I’ve so been enjoying catching up on all the moments I missed with you during the past year of fulltime running around and busyness.
Ahem! …um… What time is it? Can I take a nap yet?