Forgive me, diary, for I have neglected you. It’s been nearly a month since my last entry.
Super quickie.
Since we last saw each other, I have been half-way around the world and back. Literally just got in from my work trip to London, Paris, Amsterdam, and Marrakech. Whirlwind. And I am exhausted.
I don’t know if it is jetlag, PMS, or just plain melancholy, but I’m only feeling so-so about returning home. I feeling so-so about a lot of things. Nothing bad, but nothing really great. I probably just need a nap.
For those of you who are facebook friends, you may have seen some of the photos from my trip. Well, there are literally hundreds more where that came from, and I do feel like posting a bunch, so we’ll see how far I make it.
Traveling companions this time were good, though we all have our quirks, don’t we?
I missed Sexy Pants like crazy. It was fun to be able to face time with him while in London, but Morocco’s wifi areas were so very spotty, I was lucky to get on at all. And when I did, you better believe I was “checking in”, my latest semi-obsession.
Sexy Pants was supposed to meet me in Marrakech. He had even bought plane tickets, but his son had several issues the day before I left and even during my trip, causing SP to back out of our trip, plus several other things.
I have some thoughts, but I’m so blurry right now I don’t think I can formulate them enough to write them down, let alone analyze and process the sitch.
“The Sitch”, however, is making me very….I don’t know. I laid awake in my saggy Moroccan bed one night, pretty much all night (listening to the calls to prayer at the mosques at 3:30 am and again at 5:30am). I am a bit worried.
Morocco was unbelievable. I have stories!!
I’ve got the post-trip bluhs. And the now-I-have-to-bust-ass jitters.
I’m not going into the office tomorrow. I don’t think. Haven’t checked emails in a day and 1/2. Going to bite me in the ass. Oh well.
Anyway. I’ve missed you.
Love,
Ginger
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