i think the liminal times are often hard to get through -- all ones rhythms go out of whack, all the routines vanish, you're here, you're there, you're packing, then you're gone. i feel, simultaneously, that i should be working and relaxing, which is an excellent way to get nothing done at all.

i will say this: san fran last week was a blast, in that four guiltless days without work was something i had not had for probably almost a year. the ardbeg uigeadail featured prominently, and was delicious, and generally helped me to forget that i'm once more plummeting headfirst into the unknown.