There's No Help For It

We are home and I am feeling like Eve.  Cast out of the garden.

And the lone and dreary world feels suspiciously like hell.  Complete with the fire and brimstone and severe heat warnings.  

Am I overdoing it?

(It's one of my talents.)

We had an amazing time travelling through five states and one province and a couple of trips across the ocean. 

And all of it together.

Undivided for three whole weeks.

Yesterday I asked David if he was worried that he wouldn't be able to leave me in the morning and go back to work.  He grinned at me.  And confided he was indeed having his doubts.

But there's no help for it.

Him to the hospital.  Me to the laundry.  The kids set to the dusting.  And the air conditioner back to round-the-clock vigilance.

And then two memory cards full of pictures to sort and print and frame. 

But slowly.  With plenty of wistfulness and nostalgia thrown in for good measure.

Luckily, I am full of both.