There's no place like home . . .

I got back from my business trip a couple of days ago, safe and sound. And thoroughly reminded of how much I hate to travel.


I did have an alarming moment in my hotel room on Tuesday night. I was wishing I was home and when I closed my eyes and tried to conjure mental images of "home" what came up were images of my apartment back in Savannah. It actually took me a moment to remember what this place here looked like. Sort of freaked me out for a minute.


It's not like I just moved here. I've lived here over three years. But I had to struggle to remember what the living room looked like--I kept envisioning my old living room from before.


Anyway, that was weird.


I was hoping to get a little background work done while I was away, maybe research a couple of things for this TV show idea, and get some work done on that. Did I? Hell, no. I pretty much just vegged out the whole time I wasn't required to do anything. Didn't do a lick of work on any of my own projects.


I did take some pictures of some beautiful flowers at the venue where the event was held. I've started painting one of them now. An associate told me they were Knockout Roses. I guess she would know.


This same associate committed a couple of big time sins when I went to show her the pictures of the flowers I'd taken, by the way--she took the phone I used to take the pics away from me and dropped it (no harm done other than an unwanted adrenaline surge) and then she started flipping through my photo album, even though I asked her not to. Oh, well. She won't be able to unsee some of the things she saw, and she has no-one but herself to blame. She did like the flower pictures, though.


I got home Thursday afternoon, pretty much as tired as I've been in a long time. So tired, in fact, I decided to forego my plan to begin the second pass through my manuscript yesterday. Instead I spent most of the day relaxing as much as I could.


Yeesh. Being around people all flipping day long is exhausting. At the end of the day some of my associates wanted to go out on the town. I wanted to go back to my hotel room, lock the door, and just sit and stare off into space until it was time to go to bed. Which is pretty much what I wound up doing.


Hopefully this will be the last of these things I'll have to do for a while. It'll take me at least a year to finish recovering from this one!