I've been back home and un-sick for eight days now, and I *still* feel like I'm just catching up.
I finally unpacked, and I cleaned up my apartment. I paid all the bills that had drifted past due while I was off travelling. I got a few decent nights' sleep, at long last.
Once I had all that settled, I started reclaiming chunks of my life. I played guitar for the first time in a month. I went to improv-singing class for the first time in a month. I exercised for the first time in a month. I did some writing (that is, staring fruitlessly at a blank page) for the first time in a month. Basically, I resumed all the useful tasks that went on hold with the trip to Louisville and stayed on hold through Out of Bounds, and Denver, and Virginia Beach.
Hello, life. Nice to see you again.
Apart from puttering around the house, the week was fairly disappointing. I went places, but I didn't talk to anybody. I went to dances, but I barely danced. I extra-ed for Friday Night Lights again, where I sat and read for nine hours. *shrug* The last couple of nights have been fun (improv!), but everything else was pretty yawnworthy.
The coming week looks quieter than the past one. The rest of the Austin dance scene heads off to Dallas this weekend, so no dancing for me. No extra-ing. No ASG reading. Just me, a lot of time around the house, and a big pile of to-do lists.
The preponderance of "Arrr!" in modern-day "pirate English" derives from Robert Newton's portrayal of Long John Silver in the 1950 Disney film of Treasure Island. No one knows for sure where Newton got his "Arrr!" from, but he did hail from the southwest of England, which has heavily-rhotic rural dialects.
Mood: relaxed · Music: none