I've been visiting my mother for a few days -- originally scheduled to be after the semester was all over, but this year it wound up being during the bitter bitter end of things. Combine that with my usual feeling lobotomized when I'm in this place and it's been really hard to imagine writing anything. The combination of stressful family circumstances, bad internet connectivity, and piles upon piles of tedious chores always turns me into a dull, depressed lump.
Not everything is so bad, of course. I have some great things to look forward to upon my return to my own home. I just feel awfully far away from my home, from my routine, from my own brain.