We're back from our trip. As always, there's a sense of relief but also regret that the adventure is over. But it's nice to be back in our own bed... even if it means having to wash the sheets and make it ourselves.
I'm giving myself the rest of the week to recover from jetlag, catch up on domestic stuff, the internet and with friends and family, and see if our cat remembers us. Then next week I need to get stuck into a novella for an anthology, which will be a good writing warm up before starting The Rogue.
