I’m finally recovering from the trip back home to see my father. (Recovering in the sense that I don’t really get jetlagged, but I seemed to have stopped sleeping entirely since getting back.) It’s good to be home again.
As my father has terminal cancer, I can’t say that it was exactly a fun-packed trip, but it felt so good just to sit together and talk. This will probably be the last time that I see him, and we were both very aware of that. It is difficult to live far away across oceans, and to an extent you lose your place in the family a bit. The last time he went into the hospital, I read about it on Facebook before anyone thought to call me. Yes, I admit to throwing a bit of a princess snit over that one. ;)
Being offline for ten days was quite weird. How did any of us get along before broadband? On dialup I could barely load mail in Gmail, and anything else was impossible. Since getting back -and plugging back in- it’s been difficult to catch up on things. I have a metric buttload of blog posts to catch up on, I haven’t written anything myself, and Twitter I gave up as a lost cause in terms of trying to catch up with everyone.
As always, I got a bit twitchy about no gaming for so long. What can I say, I’m an addict. Hello, my name is Monica and I am a MMO addict. Take me away from my games for any length of time, and I start to get the shakes.
If I can get a handle on the current insomnia problem (I’m talking fullblown awake until 4:30 am sleeplessness) and can put words in sentences coherently, I need to start updating again regularly. I miss my blog.
Back to regularly scheduled (which in the UK they pronounce with a “shed” while I insist on saying “sked”) programming.
Must. Stop. Using. So. Many. Parenthesis. (Seriously.)