Just a quick post, because it's late and I need to be getting to bed. Emma and I are flying to Maine on Tuesday, because my dad is having eye surgery. Shaun's driving us to Boise tomorrow, we're staying overnight, and our plane leaves at 6:40 am. Urg. But at least Emma and I just get on the plane- Shaun has to drive 2 1/2 hours back to La Grande, in time to teach a class at 10:00 am. It's very strange having our nearest big airport being not only in a different state, but in a different time zone!
We're going to be gone for three weeks, and I'm not much looking forward to it. It will be nice to be in Maine again, but I'm not thrilled about three weeks with just me and Dad and Emma. I fully expect it to be exhausting. I'm not sure how Dad's going to feel after the surgeries (he's having each eye done separately, two weeks apart) and while it's an outpatient procedure, it makes me a bit nervous. Lots of cooking, lots of entertaining Emma and Dad, probably lots of trying to get Emma to keep the noise level down and leave Dad alone.
Lately I've been feeling like I just want to curl up with my head under the covers and not come out for about six months.