After 9 weeks of being busy and in control (and attempting to be upbeat) every day, I had assumed I would have a major emotional crash once I got home (that would be a good possibility even if I weren’t always defending myself from my clinical depression). Happily, I have had no major crash.
(I’m knocking on wood right now and poo-pooing away the evil spirits.)
Friday will be two weeks since my return home. I still feel somewhat disconnected and under-motivated. But that’s nothing compared to what I had expected to feel.
The photos today are, like me, scattered. (Click any image to enlarge.)
|NORTHWEST OF MÁLAGA JUST BEFORE LANDING.|
|THE ALWAYS SERENE OLIVIA WELCOMED ME HOME.|
|A WEDDING IN OUR NEIGHBOURHOOD LAST WEEKEND.
(THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT BROOKLYN.)
|COFFEE AT MESON SALVADOR. THE WAITER ANTONIO
GAVE SAN GERALDO THREE MINI-MUFFINS (WITH HIS SACCHARIN)!
|ANTONIO DIDN’T GIVE ME ANY!
BUT SOMEONE IN THE KITCHEN HEARD ME WHINING.
So I’ve got one hand in my pocket and the other is
Holding FIVE chocolate chip mini-muffins!