It's ended up including some unexpected social opportunities, but a bit of turbulent emotion and an upset stomach as well. I've gotten routine home and world/task stuff attended to, largely, but none of the stuff I had on deck mentally for digging the place out to be houseguest ready in a mere coupla weeks. And I just don't feel up to it now. I'll manage to get the trash out, I reckon, and give the pooch a strollabout. I think I'm gonna end up needing to take some time off work to get some of this stuff done. Ai yai yai.
