We made it.
Thousands of miles of travel. Thousands of arias. And probably thousands of cups of coffee. But the year's odyssey is complete...two-thirds of us are safely ensconced at home with our families, and the last third is winging his way towards loved ones in the midwest this afternoon.
The timing is excellent (it's all in the timing, isn't it?), in that we've spent so much time together that we're saying exactly the same things at the same times...finishing each others' sentences.
We are, in effect, one teeny brain spread out between three people.
It's time to lay claim to some individual brain cells, to reconnect with the family and friends, to re-establish happy routines. But part of me (I may totally be the only one - but I'm ok with it.) hates to say goodbye to the three-headed opera monster.
- My boys.
- Uncontrollable laughter.
- Mind meld. In small doses.
- Time for reflection.