11:45 pm. I've been home for a couple of hours now, and as you can imagine, I have about a thousand different emotions (along with about a million things to do).
It was painful to leave the lake. We packed up, took one last quick cruise, then headed south on I-5. The closer I got to home, the more I started thinking about all I had to do, tonight, this week, and for the foreseeable future.
The first thing I saw when I walked in the door was a pile of paper in the fax tray. The first thing I did was check the thirty (30) messages on the answering machine. Downloaded some email, sent a quick note to the notify list, unpacked a few things.
It might be awhile before I catch my breath. But I wouldn't trade the ten days away from all this for anything.