It was a crazy hot day here. The iPad in our hotel room looked like this when I got home from UCLA:
I am intrigued with all those 1's but not with regards to the temperature!
Once back at the hotel I felt what Virginia Woolf called being able to see to the bottom of the vessel. There is an emptiness about leaving a child somewhere, even when it's a good and wonderful thing he's doing. The room felt sad without him. I retreated down to the hotel bar for a burger and a gin/tonic.
Sitting here I kept thinking about how it feels to fly back home and leave him here. I glanced out and saw this:
A big sunbeam. Okay. That made me feel better.
It's been an honor and a privilege to share this time with him. And now I have a night to myself before flying home to November Hill and my amazing daughter, the menagerie, and a husband who has taken care of everything while I've been gone.
Life is good. November Hill, I'll see you tomorrow!