Getting here in one piece

It is simply amazing what one day does for you.

I got to Manchester yesterday unbelievably stressed. The days leading up to leaving on my trip were filled with work, nerves, insomnia, and rough decisions. It took a lot out of me emotionally, and I had reached the end of my rope. I walked out of the luggage area, saw Mike and had the best hug of my life.

A day later, I'm comfortably settled at my in-laws. I've had an immense amount of hugs and a good amount of bonding time with family. I'm far more relaxed than I've been in a long time, and other than finishing the script for chapter 3 of Namesake and the wedding reception on Friday, I have nothing pressing to do for the next week. It's a very, very odd feeling. I'm under orders to relax and sleep and have fun. But, first, I had to get here.

( Rude awakenings and lots of snow )