I've been setting up some computer stuff for dad. I love vacations.
Why is it, while out on the road, away from paper or anything to write things down, I have the most amazing internal quotes... only to forget them by the time I can record them. It bites.
This seeing family every six months thing is painful. The changes, the graying hair, new lines on the faces. So much going on that I'm no longer a part of.
On the trip coming in, everything seemed so foreign. So different... again like I'm not associated with it.
I am happy to be home though... I am indeed having fun. I have a headache.