You know that feeling you get, when you arrive home from vacation? You are glad to be home, but tired to the bone. There has been too much of everything. Too much food, sun, fun. Ready to get back to work, so you can recover.
Number 1 son and his family left us this afternoon, so that they could begin their recuperation. I'm beat, although I can't exactly explain why.
We've had a wonderful week. I got to be a hands on grandpa every day for the past 10 days. Watched as 9 yo Paige overcame her fear of the water, and became a very accomplished swimmer in just a few short days. If you asked she would tell you she learned "automatically". It may have been the gills she was growing.
So now things are back to normal. I can catch up on all the chores I wouldn't do when it was 98 out, but it is going to be lonely. Even Ted the wonder dog is moping around looking for his friend.
On the bright side. Driveway work begins this tomorrow. Supposedly the work will take two days, and we will have to keep off it for several days after. Sounds like a 4 day project, with the weekend screwed up. Pictures tomorrow, let's hope the EPA stays away.
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