[PUBLIC] My Friends Spend Their Weekends In The Woods. I Spend My Weeks In The Field.

[bronzite]

Its not the long trips away from home that get to you. Its not even that they come back-to-back. Its being out here alone that's the worst part. I'm coming up on the end of my second two-weeker in a row (how am I getting back from the airport this time?), but this time I was lucky enough to host kelizra, who made the sojourn up to MSP Friday night. We

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[cykotek]

Regarding that last bit, sounds a bit like something I noticed years back while at work. I could be completely dead tired, completely unfocused walking in the front door. Within 5 minutes of starting up the operation, I'd turn into a steely-eyed bastard at the top of my game. Then, couple hours after it was over and I had time to breathe, I'd start shutting down again, usually after I made it home. When a big part of your job is on-the-fly crisis management, assuming you're any good at it and have a bit of pride in your work, I think that sort of thing comes with the territory.

And I wouldn't take any arcane meaning to you losing all cohesion when you call it quits for the day. It takes a lot out of you to keep running at full-bore like that, especially for 12+ hours at a time. Hell, I don't work those hours and I have a hard time doing prep for a twice-a-month D&D game during the week. I also would be shocked if your brain hadn't associated walking into your hotel room with "alright, time to slow down and defrag before we do it again tomorrow". Your brain likes associating things, otherwise it couldn't throw f'd up dreams at you all the time.