I’m home, but only for two days. Almost exactly. And I’ve spent the afternoon so far trying not to melt into a puddle of tears. I’m SO tired, so completely worn out, that it’s all I can do to keep my eyes open. (And, of course, I don’t want to go away again! Not so soon, not at all…) I made it to Wegman’s, but really only to pick up easy stuff for dinner tonight. I need to start laundry so I’ll have clean clothes to repack for Sunday, but that sounds like too much work right now. The dogs seemed pretty happy to see me. Riley actually jumped up on me, front paws on my shoulders, the better to stick his nose in my face. Apparently, I wasn’t leaning down to say hello fast enough. Roxy, with her cute little red bandage from where the vet stuck the IV needle, has been following me around the house and settling on the floor near my feet whenever I stop. I’d take a picture, but that would take effort.