Well, perhaps not in the literal sense, but I must look like one to anybody who happens to go past my house and sees me wandering aimlessly around, trying to decide what to do first. I am the Queen of Indecision today.
We arrived home around 10 p.m. last night after a seamless trip from Port Angeles to Seattle to Anchorage, where our good friend picked us up. A good omen, the flight was a quick 3 hrs and Bear did not have a meltdown despite being up at 7 a.m. and not napping on any legs of travel. Of course, he is still asleep at this moment, but that is a given after being away from his own bed for two weeks.
Yukon had to go to work early this morning, the poor dear (can't you just feel my sympathy?) so I at least was able to read the paper (and a few back issue papers), drink my coffee, and listen to the rain fall against the windows.
Now I am trying to figure out what to tackle next. My garden needs inspecting, I am waiting for a care conference with Wolf's school via telephone, the luggage is sitting in the living room like a herd of elephants, and my kitchen floor has dog prints on it from the past few weeks of into/outgo fun with the neighbors (don't worry, Neigbors, all good). Writing needs to be caught up on, too. Oy. I have much to finish/create and the muse is definitely not here yet. Perhaps if I put in my contact lenses. And get dressed. And have more coffee.
Isn't the first day after vacation a freebie?