We are home.
Doppler, Helaine and I are on individual sofas. Each has a blanket or two. Two of us are prone.
No pity party. This is self imposed. It’s been a very long day.
2:45 am to sleep. Helaine’s alarm at 5:45a.
By 9:30a we had dropped off Stef, ditched the rental car (world’s bluest Dodge), and boarded our plane.
There is one non-stop to Hartford. It leaves early. She had middle seat down. I took middle seat back.
As we were walking through Bradley, Helaine noted how long it had been since we’d landed during daylight hours? Maybe never.
Luggage quick. Roncari, quick, efficient.
God, I loved the HOV lane this afternoon. We zipped down I-91 while the single riders stopped and went.
I am tired. We are tired. Even Doppler is tired.
We had a few days without thinking about the move. Now we begin the push. Under two weeks to go.