I know I've said it countless times before, but: As much as I love going away, I love coming home even more. I missed my cats. I was eager to go through the mail. I'm yearning for my own bed. Etc.
So we got home, unloaded the car, unpacked everything, and then ... I started packing everything up again for Steph to take with her to sleepaway camp on Monday! Yikes! Pete and Julie start day camp the same day. Which means I can finally get back to work. I don't know who I thought I was kidding by taking my manuscript with me to the Cape, but it goes without saying that I never once even glanced at it. This coming week is already half-shot, work-wise: Monday we take Steph up to camp, Tuesday morning I have to go with Julie to her first activity session (On the second day of camp? Are you kidding me?), and then either Wednesday or Thursday, I have to head into Charlestown for my penultimate mind-meld session with Andy's outgoing bookkeeper. But after that I should be able to dig in.
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