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Biding my time...
It's a day of waiting. We've arranged a late check-out from the hotel, so we can hang out here till 2pm, though our flight's not till 6; ::sigh:: Lotsnlotsa' hanging around today.
I'm sad to leave; to tell the truth, I've not done much since I got here - and spent way too much time mooching idly round the rather lovely hotel room. It's an odd thing, and one that always happens when I'm away; you quickly come to regard your little hotel room as home - I've only been here 10 days and packing and leaving feels like a wrench. Leaving the bloody bed is most definitely going to be hard (but we've already made moves to buy one and have it shipped. ::G::)
And I'm looking forward to getting home again and cracking on with some work - I've done far less here than I thought I would. The conference has been interesting, for the most part, though my main reason for coming - networking - has been much less than I'd hoped. But I have learned from the experience; not least that I really have to get my finger out and do some serious WORK when I get home.
Most of all, I've had a really good time. I didn't realise just how tired I was before I came - all the mooching about, lying on the bed, watching endless YouTube, doing a little bird watching at breakfast, hanging out with the delightful![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
snycock and her buddies, discovering small town America in a way I'd never had the chance to before, experiencing the US health care system for the first time ever (a valuable experience for any TS writer ::chortle::), but most of all the friendly, happy loveliness of everyone I've come up against here in Chapel Hill - has done me a power of good. I must've gained pounds, but the whites of my eyes glitter and glow (which my mum always told me was the sign of good health) and I feel thoroughly relaxed, and ready for some hard time at the coal face when I get home.
I have developed a mighty spot on the end of my nose that's sore and throbbing and has turned me into Rudolph overnight. I'm inclined to blame the breakfast waffles. All that sugar's gotta go somewhere.
Oh, and for those who were concerned - I found Twinkies in the Food Lion. I hopealibongo enjoys them. (o:
And now, more coffee, I think... Might as well enjoy the facilities while I still can.
I'm sad to leave; to tell the truth, I've not done much since I got here - and spent way too much time mooching idly round the rather lovely hotel room. It's an odd thing, and one that always happens when I'm away; you quickly come to regard your little hotel room as home - I've only been here 10 days and packing and leaving feels like a wrench. Leaving the bloody bed is most definitely going to be hard (but we've already made moves to buy one and have it shipped. ::G::)
And I'm looking forward to getting home again and cracking on with some work - I've done far less here than I thought I would. The conference has been interesting, for the most part, though my main reason for coming - networking - has been much less than I'd hoped. But I have learned from the experience; not least that I really have to get my finger out and do some serious WORK when I get home.
Most of all, I've had a really good time. I didn't realise just how tired I was before I came - all the mooching about, lying on the bed, watching endless YouTube, doing a little bird watching at breakfast, hanging out with the delightful
snycock and her buddies, discovering small town America in a way I'd never had the chance to before, experiencing the US health care system for the first time ever (a valuable experience for any TS writer ::chortle::), but most of all the friendly, happy loveliness of everyone I've come up against here in Chapel Hill - has done me a power of good. I must've gained pounds, but the whites of my eyes glitter and glow (which my mum always told me was the sign of good health) and I feel thoroughly relaxed, and ready for some hard time at the coal face when I get home. I have developed a mighty spot on the end of my nose that's sore and throbbing and has turned me into Rudolph overnight. I'm inclined to blame the breakfast waffles. All that sugar's gotta go somewhere.
Oh, and for those who were concerned - I found Twinkies in the Food Lion. I hope
alibongo enjoys them. (o:And now, more coffee, I think... Might as well enjoy the facilities while I still can.
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