One of the lovely things about getting to the East Coast (as in Boston) was the opportunity to visit with old friends. Visit? Let me be clear – more like inflict ourselves as house guests on longstanding friends who live in Newton. Ann and Ira are kind people, and also those who expected the Mole and I to completely entertain ourselves. Now, if I can just convince them to come to Germany for a visit.
Visiting friends meant that I could not feel completely guilty when Allison fed me lunch at a lovely place on Newbury that was not all that far from the convention center.
Being at the ISTM meeting let me catch up on other what I might call “meeting friends” who I get to see only once every couple of years professionally.
But mostly my brains are scrambled today as it takes me twice as long as normal to write, read or do anything on the computer since my DH picked us up at the airport this morning. I can’t sleep, but am on some strange zone of time where everything is moving slowly and I might just be nodding off and drooling on a regular basis.
So the right term might just be …… old.