Anyway. I kayaked around our little lake in the warm sunshine while Bob waited at the sheltered, shady beach with a fire. When I was done, arms sore and face warm, I hopped out into the water and moved to the cool sand. It was therapeutic and wonderful. A nice fire, cold sand, and a long nap followed by wine and an old movie rounded out the last full day here.
I'm sad to be leaving. Sad to be going back to the chaos of work and home. Sad to be leaving somewhere relaxing to attend a funeral that may be quite dramatic. Sad to watch my 20-something children say goodbye to a woman that babysat them as toddlers and always was there to love.