Actually, I am home physically. I am jetlagged from two coasts, a stranding in Texas for 3 days, and daylight savings.
I have so much work to catch up on. "Do the work in front of you," rings in my ears as I take it one task at a time. My children are all clinging to me, making each task more difficult. I understand, I missed them fiercely too.
But I had an adventure to distract me from the heartache of missing someone, so I get that they are feeling it harder.
I am tired. Tired in my bones, my flesh, my heart, and my head. It may take several cups of tea, wistful gazes out a window, and several dozen loads of laundry before I return to the normal rhythm of things here at the farm.
Forgive me while I gather my thoughts.
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