Holidays and the return

Mind slipping down slopes of egg filled belly tiredness. Glasses hold my head in comfort seeing only their own need to be useful.

The house is strangely quiet: we all miss the O'Foleys, the animals all feel a bit lost, the house itself doesn't quite know what to do with itself. I hope the sock monster in the roof doesn't starve.

Fresh back from Adelaide, as we drove along the freeway the intensity of anxiety hit me like a wall, un-checked messages on my phone lurked grinning at me evilly, a mountain of work, such a different world away from a romantic holiday on the Great Australian Bight where the wind smelled of the crisp salt ocean and the light sliced right through my mind cleansing, refreshing.