Today is a good day.  Peter came home.  He’s been in California at a conference for the past four days.  We all missed him.

When Alethea, Lydia and I arrived home this evening, the sun was setting and there weren’t any lights on in the house.  “It’s dark,” said Alethea.

“Yeah, we’ll turn the lights on when we get inside,” I told her.

“Daddy’s home?” she asked.

Then I realized I told her last night that Daddy would be home tomorrow after it got dark.

That kid has a mind like a steel trap.

I can’t say this week has been easy, but the kids are alive, the house isn’t a complete disaster and while my blogging obviously didn’t happen, I think everything truly essential got done.

And now I finally get to sit down and take a deep breath.  Whew!  I made it!