Recuperation in slo-mo...

Getting back on schedule after a trip like this is never easy. I just plain felt like doing nothing, all day, and think I wound up with a slight sinus infection or chest cold or something thing, thanks to the plane's recirculating air. So took a long nap...which left my brain scattered and entangled in itself.

I did get laundry done, yesterday, but only because I was out of underwear. Four loads. For a 10-day trip. Brother.

Today I had to go out to meet people for lunch and get groceries. I was going to do some other errands but instead came home, all cranky and everything.

Dair's Window is giving me problems. Nothing unusual about that when I'm writing. I want to do one thing with it, the characters want something different, and the story is also just plain unwilling to deal with any of us. The only thing nice about this is how Dair just sits back and says, Whatever.

I think I know what the book will be about...unconditional love...but then think it's about redemption and also wonder if it's just about how fleeting happiness can be so cherish it. All of which sound slightly ridiculous for me to deal with.

Mingled in are the difficulties of being gay in a world that thinks you're sick or perverted and has no problem attacking you for who you are. That's really all-encompassing...and maybe I'm being too ambitious with it. I don't know.

What a pain in the ass I can be with me...