Alas, my holidays are now over, and I will be going back to work on Monday. I have had a very pleasant three weeks. Though I have to get up very early even on my days off – as I must maintain the sugar twins’ insulin schedule – I was able to have a nap most days, which brought me closer to the amount of sleep I need each day. The real amount is approximately what my cats sleep each day. If I had that, I would feel rested.
Everyone here is doing well. Portia has settled in. She is out among the others all the time now; I feel confident in letting her stay out while I am at work. The perma-cats have adjusted to her and, while there is still progress to be made in that regard, I expect no fatalities, or even mayhem, to result from their interaction.
I appreciated the past twenty-odd days in Idylland. They make up to some extent for the three hundred and forty-odd spent elsewhere. That I was able to have all three weeks of my holidays at once was a great boon to my relaxation; there is quite a difference between three weeks off and two, so I am grateful.
Now, it is back to the routine of the real world. I hope I can remember what day is which: outside of Idylland, if I recall correctly, such distinctions matter…