The Mummabear breezed into town for an extended visit.
We got the spare room all set up for her [we have even managed to acquire a nice double bed for the spare room!] She was here for thirteen days.
It was an excellent visit, but not at all conducive to things like Doing My Morning Pages, Working on The Project, or Keeping the Blog Updated.
We took her back to the airport this morning at ridiculously early o'clock, and then I went to work for six thirty. Around five this evening I got the e-mail saying she made it home safely.
I'll miss having her around, although I'll appreciate having my alone time back. I felt guilty trying to work on my writing while she was here, but now there's no excuse to procrastinate anymore.
As of tomorrow, I should be re-implementing my little routine, and we'll see how it goes this time around.
The salamander is still in the brain, and the poor little guy is dying to get out.
That might just have to do with the searing of my brain due to the consumption of a sandwich that had been spread a little too generously with dijon; I imagine that little salamander is somewhat dehydrated now.