My first week home after nearly two weeks traveling was a nice blur of doing nothing much. It always takes me a few days to get back into my regular writing routine, and there are the accompanying chores that go along with traveling—the unpacking and laundry doing and reading mail and paying bills and pulling weeds and all those things conveniently forgotten while out of town. Things I need to do immediately yet want to ignore so I can get back to writing. Words I can’t write while there are things nagging at me.
So I did those chores, but mostly I tried to settle back in and recharge by enjoying the simple things.
I spiffed up my porch flowers. Out with the wilted pansies, in with fresh summertime blooms.
