Back in NY

 I am back in NY after:

WEEK ONE:
        home from work, quick nap, redbull, up to Maine/ME.
        stay at mother's place. sleep on oversized recliner. be sad and feel odd together.
        fight through the La Brea Tar Pit that is overwhelming sadness and get things done. Future-plan.
        watch a new show that I would have never picked out with my mother as I enjoy Old Fashions.
        take turns picking out music videos and singing with all the fervor of the late, great Freddy Mercury.
        I head back to NY. Sleep. Next day: back to work.

WEEK TWO:
        home from work, quick nap, redbull, up to ME.
        arrive early enough to have the realization wash over me: ME is not NY and nothing is open until 6. 
        pass out at my best friend's place (thank you!) and wake up - not an hour later - for a bday party.
        party ends - back to best friend's for deliciously relaxed times fitted between other social delights.
        check on Ma.
        I head back to NY. Nap. Enjoy the day off. Next day: back to work.

I have had exactly two weeks and three days to regain myself and in precisely 7 days time I will head back up to ME. Here's the thing: this time I will have a beautifully full allowance of time up there. I will have 8 days off (at least, anyway; haven't gotten October's schedule just yet) to whatever my friends / loved ones and I cook up. And the only thing set in stone is my best friend's and my departure to Boston (via train) to see one of our favorite bands on their farewell tour. We've got train tickets. We've got a hotel room. 

I am so excited I could spit. 

THRILLED. I am thrilled. Even down to the precision of what to bring to Boston (out of the things I brought from NY to ME) so that I will have what I need while also having my hands completely free and be able to comfortably walk around Boston with my best friend. I keep checking the weather app because, although it is far too soon to do so, it is making me feel as though I am planning. Really doing something. Getting even closer to the date than if I had left the weather app alone. 

My friend and I have been through a fair amount recently. We love each other very much. And we need a break. Not just a break; a real adventure. Cost be damned (and boy, had it better be): I have never had a friendventure like this in my life and I may not ever again! 

sis boom bah.

***Also ahead: October 21st: a reading of my own published book at a dear loved one's book shop! With other spooky authors / readers! Ain't life grand?***