On the bright side, though, I now have several lovely comp days to make up for the January and February holidays worked, and all those 15-hour Saturday and Sunday workdays. I took off a couple of days earlier this month and went up to San Francisco for the ballet, and I'm off to Houston tomorrow morning on an award ticket to see "Tristan und Isolde" and (if the weather forecast is accurate) to see some thunderstorms. (Aside to the weather gods: Just not while my plan is landing tomorrow or taking off on Monday, okay?)
I've tried to dip into LJ just to keep up on my flist. I know I've missed birthdays (Happy Belated, Rebecca), and I haven't thanked the people who remembered mine (consider kisses blown). Spring came when my back was turned. Other than that, there's been my one hour of television ("The Following" on Monday nights), and trying to catch up on my sleep. Not as much excitement as I know some of you have been experiencing (good things: three friends moving house, a job, a graduate school acceptance letter, France saying "Oui" to same-sex marriage, and one horrible thing: the Boston Marathon madness).
But, one day at a time, life is starting to get back to normal, and I hope that means I won't be such a stranger here going forward.