I feared an anti-climax a bit, but it is not happening. Before the holidays was the rush to wrap things up at work, to make my Christmas gifts, to buy boots and warm clothing. During the holidays were snow, seeing old friends, excitement. I feared that I would crash upon coming back home, but I am just fine. No sadness, except when I think about Ann, my cat sitter, burying her great niece today. And about Speed and her beloved son Jason. I took a shower today, washing my thick hair thoroughly - a small accomplishment. I had lunch at Starbucks thinking it would be my last splurge because I want to save money in order to pay Carmen, my new cleaner. And SB really is pricey! So I went to the grocery store and picked up generic instant coffee and a gallon of regular organic milk which cost only a dollar more than a HALF gallon of my usual LActaid. The thing is, in Moscow there was no Lactaid at all so I drank ordinary milk and my tummy did not hurt. I now suspect that I have somehow outgrown my low grade lactose intolerance, which should allow me to save a bit of money.

I am running a dishwasherr. I have opened all the boxes with catfood that arrived from Amazon several days ago, put away the cans, and promptly recycled the cardboard. I dealt with trash and recycling. I will now prepare the area for Carmen.

Outside, I enjoyed the mild Northern California sun and thought that I could smell the spring in the air already, and I started hoping that the Spring would bring good news with it. No depression, really!

I remember how hard each anti-climax used to hit me in the past, but really no trace of it now!

Amazing!