Ah. . . home at last! We've been away for two weeks. That's a long time. Home. Exhausted from the long drive. Thirteen hours on the I-5. California is big. Oregon is big. The house is cold. I miss Shiloh terribly. She should be here. Absence can be like a presence. An eidolon. You go into a room where someone should be, and their absence occupies space. There was a message on the machine saying her ashes are ready to be picked up. That's so. . . strange. And awful.
It has been torture not having internet access. I've felt like I was on Mars! Tomorrow I will be doing some catching up. But right now I will be sleeping. Goodnight!