d-and-d

Denial and depression...

Yes, I'm in denial about the end of vacation. I fall asleep on the sofa and wake up thinking, Where am I?

Every afternoon, I think, Time to go to the beach...

I'm doing OK keeping up with things like laundry and shopping and cooking, and the kids are doing OK not killing each other. Yet everything still feels like a struggle. I remember times when doing things felt effortless -- even some things that require a good deal of effort, like making banana splits from scratch. Now even the simple things require Herculean efforts (of will, if not of physical strength).

I'll get over it. I just miss having more people around, and the more benign environment of the Cape. For a while there, that was my real life, and it takes a while to shake the pixie dust out of my eyes and get on with what is, in fact, Real.