Quentin’s visit here has passed; we took him to the Fort Wayne Airport this morning for a 10:21 flight to Detroit and then on to Houston. Everything has a beginning and an end and this time I didn’t focus on the impending end, but on the days as they came along.
This morning I came back to the house, flopped down on the sofa, pulled an afghan over my head and fugued and dozed for some hours. Then I threw the cover off of my face and decided: Well, back at it.