Things are quiet... too quiet

[mousme]

The auditors aren't bugging me every two minutes. The CAM is home, and has only been bugging L with her random demands. Everyone else has gone to lunch.

I've actually managed to catch upon all the urgent stuff to do. There's still a mountain of filing, but that was on the back burner for a while.

:::shifty look:::

I wonder if I'll be able to get any writing done? I'm supposed to have dinner out at the Fearsranch, which means I'll be getting home really late again.

I'm having a ton of trouble readjusting to city life, even though I was gone only for three days. Every time I go to the country (or as near the country as makes no difference), I come back a bit recharged, but mostly reminded of how much I don't want to live in a city for the rest of my life.

Of course, the way my finances are doing, I don't think that anything beyond an appartment is realistic for the next few years. :::sigh:::

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[ai731.livejournal.com]

Sympathy. I know the feeling. When I went on a two-week trip to Alaska & Yukon Territory, years back, it took me almost two weeks to re-adjust to being back in the city. For the first week, I would sit at work, and mutter to myself (and anyone else who ventured near) "I don't want to be here. I don't want to be indoors. I don't want to be indoors under florescent lights in a goddam cubical. I don't want to be sitting in front of a computer screen. I think I'll run away and become a Forest Ranger."