I spent it flying. With two kids. It was even more fun than you can imagine. (As John Rogers and George RR Martin put it, that’s the point. I was so clearly the harried mother of two in the pre-board line that the attendant letting us on let me go on without having to go through the pre-board search. So I walked on with two bottles of water. So much for TSA Security.)

After a few days away, I am so happy to be home again. The odd thing is, I feel as though I was away for weeks. I keep wondering why Mel Gibson is still on the cover of People. Have the shops in town changed any?

My lovely, talented, and amazing daughter found my notebook in a place where I would never have thought to look for it and have no idea how it might have migrated there: a bag of toys rounded up and stuck under the kitchen desk a long time ago.

But who cares. It’s found.

What’s funny is, even when I was freaking out about it on Friday, I had a quiet, calm voice in my head saying, “You wrote it once, you can write it again. Everything is fine.” So I got over my upset a lot faster than I might have once. It’s like I’m growing up or something. (Which is good, given that my birthday is this week.)

Off to transcribe.