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It's funny how your body works. I must have been sick for a few days before the symptoms manifested, yet when I got home from tour it was very easy to get my stuff together, drop my cat off back at my apartment, and get back into my car for a leisurely ride into Brooklyn to see Seth and watch "The Riches." (Cool show. Not sold yet, but very good so far.) I remember feeling completely calm, completely at peace, because I had just spent five days curled into whatever space was available, lugging about 40 pounds of stuff around; that night, with clean hair and in clean sweats, carrying just my wallet, back at the front wheel of my Sentra, life felt lovely.

Then the next morning - wham.

The rest of this week has been spent taking notes, writing small bits, having some meetings, catching up with Leaky stuff, and making some plans for book coverage as well as other stuff.

Moochka, for her part, has not left my side since I've been back. I've been separated from her for two weeks, the longest since I went away last July, and she has been absolutely aggressive about demanding my attention. Right now is the first time since I'm home and at my computer that she's not sleeping on my arm; she's at least a FOOT away (sleeping). She sleeps on my lap, she sleeps on my wrist, she sleeps next to me on the bed, she licks my nose, she gives me kitty eyes, she fastens both paws around my leg and lets me drag her around the apartment, she purrs loudly if I put my hand on her tummy while she sleeps, and if I move at ALL, she is up and following me in an instant. She's so funny.

I'm just starting to realize, however, how ludicrously fast this year is going to go. It's March. There's something wrong with that picture. It should not yet be March. It should be February. And it's not just March, it's halfway THROUGH March. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

I miss my sister. I want to go see her in New Zealand but it's looking so bleak; I'd have to force myself to work half the time I was out there, anyway, and so what's the point of being in NZ and Australia if you're not enjoying the heck out of yourself out there?

Thank you all for reading my warmup writing session. This was a freewrite brought to you by Melissa's Need to Get Real Writing Done Tonight. Tea, a peanut butter sandwich, and jazz, here I come.