Not the Binders!

I am all moved into my new place. I have a mattress on the floor, a coffee maker, an overdrawn bank account, and three or four house guests every night who share my bed or various air mattresses on the floor in the main room. Wednesday morning we started work again, and I very nearly cried when I walked in the front doors at the Holiday Inn and saw the stacks of three-ring binders and the TFA standard font waiting for us outside of the main conference room. I have been blissfully not writing the past several weeks because I have been blissfully not thinking. Blank stares became my modus operandi as I was told (and I agree) that I strongly resembled my younger sister. I guess I am slowly starting to wake up now, and just in time to try to prevent everything from crashing in around me.