Well. Didn't get much sleep last night, though it doesn't seem to matter much. I feel clearer, happier and more human than I've felt since somewhere around midday Tuesday, when the long process of crashing began. It's nice to be able to write, talk, prepare food, all that.
I'll be heading into Montpelier this morning for gym, groceries, etc. It's a cute little town, Montpelier -- civil, pretty, at the height of its season right now, plenty of summer folk around. The season will stretch into October, and after the leaves have fallen and the colors are gone, life in the town will quiet to its winter-dreaming state.
It's just a crossroads, really, a town of 8,000 souls. Being the state capital brings it activity and life it wouldn't otherwise have -- between government and a large insurance company, the population doubles weekdays between 9 and 5. By 6 p.m., life quiets back down, the population reverts to its normal size. A small place, really. It'll be interesting to be there after two weeks in Madrid.