I’m home again. It was a meaningful trip, full of love and walking and hanging out with my granddaughter and daughter. Maria picked me up at the train. I missed her, I got a joyous greeting from the dogs, lots of bills, messages, packages.

I need to make a good dinner tonight, Maria ate soup and bread and cheese, which is what she does when left alone. I want to write about the grandfather thing once I unpack and eat.