I feel like I’ve re-entered the atmosphere after floating for a week in absolute peace, and I think my shuttle is smoking at the edges. Suddenly I am in meetings 5 hours out of 8, I’m behind on a freelance project, I have social engagements to finesse, and I actually have to figure out what to feed myself three times a day. Bleagh.

Someone, freeze me in your sights so I can stop for a moment…