Whether it's a travel residual or a symptom of my mental health diagnosis, I'm full of the certainty that something marvelous is happening and that I could/should/would be at the bright center of it if only I hadn't had to leave for home. Eventually, this will wear off, and I'll be back in my usual sulk.( Mardi Gras: Was it any fun? )
Midweek, I was pretty sure I'd never do Mardi Gras again; now, I'm pretty sure I would. As I'd feared, I did end up feeling kind of like an asshole without a costume, and next time I'd definitely wear at least a hat.
(apologies if this looks wonky - there are a ton of unintended font tags that somehow got into the coding that I can't seem to fix)