there'll be peace when you are done

I'm back in Colorado, although my flight to Iowa leaves in about thirteen hours, so this is not a luxurious return. But today went as smoothly as I could have hoped for. I slept, woke up, showered, packed, ate some eggs and toast while looking at the ocean, and then spent a last few hours writing + talking to my writer people. If you discount the sad, shitty end to it, it was a really great week - I feel reconnected to the writing in a way that I haven't for a really long time, and excited about the projects that I worked on this week (although I added more than I narrowed down, so not sure that I totally hit my goal there, but c'est la vie). I also had a great time hanging out with my friends, so hopefully we can do another retreat later in the year.

Anne and I left around three - there are still five people left in Oceanside, but our numbers dwindled over the last couple of days since V left on Friday and Deb left yesterday. I was supposed to stay until tomorrow, but that didn't happen, obviously. Luckily, Anne was flying out about the same time as me, so we went to the airport together. I dropped her off, then dropped the car off, then got to the airport in time to eat a burger and call my parents before boarding.

The flight was on time; we landed early; I was out of the airport and in my car in twenty minutes, which feels unheard of in Denver. When I got home, I spent a few minutes sending my regrets to people at work for all the work I will miss this week, and now I need to sleep so I can get up and throw some fresh clothes in a suitcase before heading back to the airport. Goodnight!