back from outer space and back to bleh

Ho hum, another day and I'm back to base camp after a few days of frolicking amidst gardens and flowers. yay, home..shouldn't that make us happy etc.. but nope. Maybe I've not had my fill of being out and about, roaming, shopping, loitering, hiking..instead of the usual cleaning, cooking, washing dishes and other toneless routine.
God, just walking back into the house and the thought of unpacking, preparing dinner for tonight and worse..pushing clothes in to the washing machine nearly gave me a seizure. And I think I was in a fit of dizzy spells until reality set in and I realized for good or for worse here I am..in my domus..goddammit! me casa and there's no way out my laddie.
 So before changing out of my travel stained clothes, I diligently unpacked (yuck) and stuffed clothes in my washing machine, and pretended I was feeding a monster and that made me happy if even for a fleeting second. My roomba, the light of my life was in full swing and ate up whatever little layer of dust might have accumulated in the past few days. It now rests charging for cleaning action numero dos, and I think the house can stay this way for another day.
I inject myself into the monotonous drear starting tomorrow..for now I'm still shimmering in my 'I ain't gonna do jackshit today' glow.