The Come Down

It is strange. I feel a little empty. I'm glad to be back in New York, but I am missing that focus I had in South Africa. It is still all about the World Cup, even here. I wake up to it, have lunch with it, go to bed with it. My days are lubricated with World Cup football and beer. And yet, I feel, I don't know, somehow lost, as if my purpose has gone. There are still several matches to play, but it feels like the end of the party. That's it, that is the feeling. It is like when you've gone to a good party, you're having fun, talking, eating, drinking, dancing and then you notice that the guests are beginning to leave. And you think, wait, it's still early, come on, another round, another song. The come down.