I am back in my office after an absence of more than two weeks, and it may as well be the landscape of the moon for all I remember it.

I suppose it is the sign of a good vacation when you can leave your work so completely behind you that when you return you can’t even remember where you stored the pens, let alone what the heck you were supposed to be DOING when you left.   Apparently, I must have anticipated the post-vacation fogbrain I am experiencing, because I keep getting pop-up notices from my calendar that some far more professional and together self managed to set before I left for New York.

Unfortunately my earlier self did not anticipate that my post-vacation self would have no bloody idea what the the heck she was trying to tell herself.  Can you use that many self-references in one sentence?  Hello, Alice, and just when did we fall through that rabbit-hole?

Sigh.

Can someone direct me to the potion on the pillow, please?