I have a life

I find that a lot of my energy gets put into deaf-related activities.  Interpreting is quite an exhaustive pastime.  I do love it, but at the back of every interpreter's mind, there is always the fear of burn-out.  (Or of one's hands and fingers finally seizing up, refusing to budge another inch, like the Tin-Man in Wizard of Oz.)
This week I've been away from the family.  I've been attending a writing conference--and when I'm not sitting in classes learning about the e-book revolution, I am holed up in my hotel room writing.
It is always nice to get away.
But I miss my kids.  I miss the noise--since the only sound coming from my hotel room is the clacking of a keyboard.
Tomorrow I go home.  Back to my life.  I am so glad I have a life to go back to.  Noises, chaos, dog barf and all.
There will be a backlog of things for me to interpret, and I cannot wait.
Perhaps that is why I've been typing so incessantly.  I've just been keeping my fingers loose.