::nods:: My writing mentors, upon hearing of my father's death, immediately told me to take it easy and take the time I needed before I tried to start working again. I, of course, gave myself two days after I got home from the unexpected month in NY.

At which point my body said "I don't think so," and I came down with an ear infection that knocked me on my ass for a week and a half.

Two of the top five life stressors are death and moving, and although you didn't entirely move, the amount of upheaval you just went through was pretty darn close. So, yeah, take some time, my friend.

In the meantime, I'll gaze at those pictures of nice clean desk and shelves, and feel the envy drip from my pores.

Hugs, Dayle