Remember when I said I'd be extremely busy for a few days?
And drove. To Texas (But I was not near any of you, I don't think. Which is why I didn't call you. That and the fact that we did not have a free minute.)
We went to a wedding.
We ate. We danced.
We laughed. We cried.
And drove. And drove.
We got home.
Mr. Putter was delighted to see us.
We looked in amazement at much laundry.
Atticus uncollapsed and went in to work an hour after we got home. I dubbed him Super-Atticus.
I retrieved many, many email messages (after proving to myself that I can actually go several days without internet usage even as free wireless stared me in the face at our lovely hotel. Are you proud of me?)
I didn't answer any of those emails.
I wrote this post.
I said good-night.