Back to RL

My out-of-town company left for home yesterday and now I must switch
gears, from delighted hostess and devoted friend, back to every-day
real life. (insert large deliciously wet raspberry HERE)

My natural first stop is the keyboard. Sitting here and blogging is
both a great way to muster mind and energy, and a marvelous
distraction from actually doing anything. But despite the clattering
of keys as I type there is a disturbing sense of imminent attack by
stuff. You know, STUFF: Books I have stacked in a "to read" pile,
meaning and sewing, bills to pay, projects begun or planned - all the
things of daily life that were set aside while I enjoyed the time
with a wonderful friend. That STUFF is in my head like the sound of
heavy breathing and eerie throbbing music in a B-movie thriller.

Today has been set to look around and take stock of various projects
to catch up with. (Nothing like a dangling preposition is there?) I
plan to organize and prioritize, martial my thoughts, and gird my
loins - so I will be sure to know what important and time-sensitive
undertakings to ignore first!