Brain fog - a condition suffered when returning from a long trip then trying to get back into one's home routine.
I've got it bad. Hubby and I spent last weekend and most of this week in Louisville, Kentucky and I just haven't been the same since. Was it all the late nights? The sippin' whiskey and mint juleps? Did someone at the Louisville Slugger factory conk me on the head while I was looking at a Jeff Francoeur bat?
Did one of the horses at Churchill Downs kick me in the head while I was looking at the roses?
Maybe I just had too much fun and my brain is revolting against the sink full of dishes and dust bunnies collecting in the corner. How can I vacuum when the vision of Victorian mansions on St. James Court still lingers?
If I lived in one, there would be staff to take care of these little inconveniences like laundry and weed-pulling. But my brain is slowly coming back around. I'm starting to recognize my family and the stove. My old friend the dishwasher is looking more familiar. The washer and dryer and I are back on speaking terms now that the pile of laundry is down to a managable size.
But we'll always have Louisville.