Everything’s Gonna Be Fine, Fine, Fine

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!

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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