The show is over but I am still feeling jostled and rushed and busy. Our trip to Canada is two weeks away, so this is the time I also start worrying about the weight I gained back during the mad weeks of eating too much stodge and not enough veggies.
I don't feel an ounce of creative juice flowing through me. Instead, all I can see are printer problems and a mountain of emails and orders and sales reports that need compiling. All the summer temp staff and the various folks from other companies who are around for the season are all away now, and it makes me a little sad. Yesterday we had a retirement party for one of our colleagues and I just kept looking around feeling this silly, stabbing ache for these people I work with.
Sigh. The photo is Glencoe, one of my favourite places. It just oozes mystery. It's the kind of place where the mist can creep down the mountains and you think if you walked into it you would enter some other world. And right now, that wouldn't be such a bad thing.