Kevin picked me up and…

Kevin picked me up and brought me home around 6:30-ish last night. Much snuggling. A tiny bit of unpacking. Discovering that I gained five pounds, which was not unexpected, and really, could have been much worse given almost a month of little exercise and much eating. I was asleep by 8:30, having been in planes or airports for 32 hours and not slept in 48 hours. I woke up at 1:30 a.m., groggy and confused, crankily figured that I was going to be up for the rest of the day, damned time zones, had some tea and leftover pizza, unpacked my souvenirs, making a big mess, and watched two episodes of Gilmore Girls. Then I found my eyes closing and went back to sleep around 3:30 a.m., and just woke up now.

So I think I'm pretty caught up on sleep, but the apartment is a disaster, there are eight zillion loads of laundry waiting for me, a bunch of my friends are in town for Nebula weekend so I want to go find them, Ben's coming to stay here, Nilofer's having a birthday party tonight that I said I'd try to stop by to, and there are various urgent paperwork things I need to do, so maybe it would have been better if I hadn't gone back to sleep. But I suspect I really needed the sleep, and really, it's fine if I don't get everything done today. People will cope. Ben will hopefully not care that this place is a disaster and that he'll have to pick his way over suitcases to find a spot to sleep in. It'll all be fine.

I need more tea.