I'm currently sitting on a very comfortable couch, in front of a nice toasty fire. It's a beautiful house, dead silent with the exception my my typing and the crackle of the fire. Aurora is asleep in one of the end rooms, and everyone else is out. I'm tired. The laptop is starting to get a little too warm on my legs. It's been such a big last month or two, just insane in it's pace and events. There's been a family trip to Adelaide, a trip here this weekend to Sorrento, concerts, the Monstar concert, thoughts about the house (Janet St) and work has just been ramping up and up and up (with a number of day trips to Adelaide and Sydney). I had my most stressed day ever on Friday I think (in some ways a good and bad lead up to this weekend). As my overseas trip looms closer (only 3 weeks away now) I'm getting more and more in the need for it (and less and less in the want for it)... if that makes sense. I haven't organised much for it so far, and as a result I'm feeling a little bit disorganised with it (which I don't like). I realise though that my week or so off from Andy life (post conference when I'm in New York) is going to be something I haven't had for a very long time, and something that I really need right now. I'm looking forward to that part. I'm certainly worried about being away from home for almost 2 weeks; both in how Steph will cope, and how I'll do without Steph and Aurora. I know though that we'll all get through that part fine, it might just be a little challenging at the time. We've still got 3 weeks to come to grips with that...