Exhaling

J is home again. I estimate that in the last three months, he's spent about thirty days outside our home and we have felt every minute of it. Now he's with us and we've all sighed with relief. We will be leaving for the airport in T-minus 7 days. We have packing, cleaning, and organizing to do. E-mails have to be sent, and rent needs to be paid. But there's drudgery and then there's happy work. This is happy work because it means we are going home for a visit. I'm giddy just thinking of packing.