I feel somewhat aimless today. I walked the boy to his bus stop, kissed him, and sent him off to his first full day at school. I walked home, went up the steps and inside the house, locked the door behind me, then paused to look around.

New house, new school routine. Back to work. Except I’ve never worked in this house before, and I’m having trouble settling in. I have to get used to the environment, to the sounds, the light, the scents, the energy. I don’t know if it’s going to help or not that I’m officially beginning a new project today, having done the prep at the end of July.

I know I’m going to poke at my desk and move things around a bit. What worked before for idle online stuff last week is not going to function well for Real Work. It’s an overcast day, and I’ve already gone from the brilliant illumination of the overhead light to my gentler desk lamp. That’s a start.

Part of it is also coming down after a weekend (really, three solid weeks) of activity. The packing, the move, the unpacking, the beginning of kindergarten, and the housewarming this weekend… it was all a lot of energy-intensive bustle. Now I’m alone in the house, sitting at a desk trying to switch into editing mode, and it’s hard to do. I haven’t worked like this in about six weeks. I have to retrain my mind.

I’ll ease in by writing the weekend roundup. Although even settling down to blog this morning made me skittish, and I got up and walked away several times, making up things to do around the house. I almost went right out to do the groceries as soon as I got home, but I made myself come inside to try to figure out what my new routine would be. A cup of tea, a biscuit, correspondence, news, journals and Twitter… these used to settle me into my workday, but not today. Not here. Not yet.