I am here. At my desk. In Dublin.
No, yeah, I’m here, and it may be best that I post another of the posts that I prepared whilst away, because I am not sure that sense is about to be made to any great extent.
Got the laundry going — anybody else maniacal about doing the laundry the second they get home? Just me?
Oh! But I just about danced around my bathroom. My STUFF is here, and so AM I!
Wooooo. Better get a grip, or take a nap. Here’s hoping the jet lag does not lag in its process, because it is murder.