I’m back – actually, I have been since Thursday night. It’s good to be home. We got a lot accomplished with Dad, more than I thought. He seemed sad to see me go. I have to admit that I’m a little scared at the prospect of re-entering normal life. I know it’s somewhat under my control, but it’s too busy, too tiring. Not enough margin, not enough time for what really matters. I know it doesn’t have to be that way, but somehow it seems easier outside of the normal routines of life. I’m going to try to work this Fall on getting a better, more sustainable rhythm for my life.