The flowers are gone. I threw them out last night, finally, but not before taking one last photo, of course. Last night I also finished up the bulk of the work that’s been keeping me up and crazy for the past 5 weeks. It’s always a mix of emotions when you finish an all-consuming project like that. Relief mostly, but it’s also a bit unsettling and you don’t know what to do with your sudden free time anymore.
This is just a temporary break though, I’m thinking. So I’m cleaning and packing because we’re taking a small road trip for 4 days to visit Mark’s dad who is now in a rehabilitation center after spending 6 weeks in the hospital. I’m not really sure what to expect once we’re there.
It’s Spring Break.
We were supposed to maybe go to the Cape or spend some time in Boston. Last summer we also ditched our plans for a mini vacation to somewhere tropical to go visit his dad.