PCD (Post-Campmeeting Depression)

Okay, so maybe depression is a little strong, but there is certainly a letdown in coming home and leaving behind friends and family for another year, not to mention having to return to a distinctly different environment.  I think I'm having a little trouble adjusting to being alone all the time rather than constantly having people (the men I work with do not count, thank you very much) around.  A bunch of us had lunch together on Monday, as people were passing through, and that helped, and there's a BBQ in the works; as much as it is nice to have a moment to breathe, too many moments to breathe can result in excess thinking, which has plagued me most of my life.

Other than that, things are going well, if a little smokey.  The fires in Northern California are gently wafting their smoke up this-a-way and it's definitely disconcerting to be able to smell the trees burning!  The other night it was kinda cool, I have to admit, to see the orangey moon hanging in a completely starless sky.  I've been going straight home and taking naps (not a good sign) and I think I may be making good headway on the road to physical recovery from Camp.  I managed to get most of my unpacking done last night, and I may even be able to get in and start getting rid of stuff again.  Seriously, the apartment is way too small for all the stuff I think I must have.  What really needs emptied is the storage unit, so stuff can go there.  Anyway, that's enough for this boring update on my life, so I'll talk to everyone later!