Back at The Asylum by mid-morning. Unpacked. Picked up a few groceries. Washed my hair. Took a nap. Drinks. Dinner. With luck, back to “normal” tomorrow.
One great advantage of living at The Asylum: you know everything will be fine when you get home. Not like the time Carlton and I returned to find three dead squirrels in our fireplace and the house infested with very hungry fleas.