ugh

I hate the day after travel. I feel like.... well, I want to say "like I have a hangover" but it isn't painful. Lethargic, unfocused, unsettled. I feel like I should sleep but I'm not sleepy; nothing sounds good to eat, and everything I've tried so far leaves me wishing I hadn't. I"m glad I got the required readings done for tonight's class, though I have to admit that last week it didn't make a lot of difference-- I read it all but didn't remember a thing when he was talking about it in class.

I stopped by Barbourville on the way home Wednesday. Of course I wound up bringing more stuff back. Of the bits I've unpacked and looked at, I can only wonder why I agreed to bring them home. Mother does seem kinda miffed if I don't want something she thought I would (like the sweatshirt with flowered chintzy fabric filling the outline of the letters "UK.") And towels. And flatware. I now have two sets of flatware, one of which I picked out and really like, and the other one... well, it's okay, it's just that one person doesn't usually need two large sets of silverware. I will throw a fair amount of it away, give some to charity places, give bits to anyone who wants it. Mother and Daddy have been selling some stuff and will be having a big yard-sale type thing, but I find myself bringing junk home so they won't have to deal with it. Silly.

Everything from the house that is not glass or metal (ie, everything porous) smells like an old house that has been closed up for months, not surprisingly. It doesn't seem to bother the cats; they love curling up on what I bring home. Oh, and Molly and Miranda were playing/tussling this morning! It only took what, a year and a half? Still, yay!

Otherwise, a not particularly pleasant day.