My autumn has been unusually busy, mostly with work stuff, and most of that great, but I still feel harried and out of touch with my life in a strange way. When I'm so busy, time seems to expand; it feels like I've jammed a year into the last 8 weeks. Happily, this week is the last of the known craziness that's really mine to own. I'm helping with some other people's big projects and events in the next couple of months, but that's a completely different mindset and experience.
So, I hope this marks a return to more regular engagement and interaction with my regular life, which, if I recall correctly, I quite like.