Travel, homecoming

[flexagon]

This business trip was fairly phenomenal in terms of feeling good about work; well, okay, so I never caught up on current work-things, but I was productive and I had good meetings with people. I gave an hour-long presentation to another team about logging, a talk my senior colleague D usually gives. I was able to meaningfully update the slides, giving the talk itself was fun, and I knew the answers to the questions people asked.

I also got back my performance review, which was glowing.

Of course I totally fell apart physically. I never really timeshifted, my evenings were shot and I only really worked out once (I kept waiting too late).

Returning to Boston has therefore gone like this:

• Do laundry and otherwise insta-unpack
• Poop a lot
• Recycle large stack of snail mail
• Sleep for eleven hours
• Poop a lot MORE... where was it hiding?
• Try to pet hyperactive cat, who is too excited about my homecoming to sit still and be petted. Chase hyperactive cat up and down the hall.
• Read a lot of the Hyperbole and a Half book, which arrived in my absence. I mean, alot! READ ALOT. The alot loves books.
• Go to gym, attempt workout. Raise eyebrow at weak, stiff body not remembering what to do.
• Wrist still hurts; wonder if I will ever do handstands again, but assume probably so.
• Attempt to stretch out splits, knowing that it will suck and next time will be better.
• Obtain absurd pleasure from walking through Davis Square to buy chicken stock and bacon.

I'm so glad to be home, I don't even know if I'll do the Yanai Levor acro workshop in NYC in a couple of weeks. I might really, REALLY enjoy having that weekend to stay here and do Xmas prep.

Comments

[a-kosmos.livejournal.com]

It's funny how cats react to travel. One of our male cats has been trying take over the Bear's side of the bed. The Bear has been joking that he's my new husband.

[flexagon]

Nala used to always be angry with me when I got back from travel; she'd sit and pointedly look away from me, and not want to accept hugs. But I would hug her anyway, and after a minute she'd break down and be really happy and excited to have me back.

These days she skips the pissed-off phase. Maybe she understands now that I don't WANT to leave her, but more likely she just doesn't suffer as much while I'm gone. She's become used to several-day absences and knows they end up okay.

[a-kosmos.livejournal.com]

I had a cat who used to punish me for leaving. I found that he punished me for shorter periods as he got older.