On my way, already missing my boys, my men and my Treehouse. Once I get through the nasty, jittery, people filled airports and get on the way to Winona I will get jazzed about seeing my old friends.
This week I will be able to pack the final pieces before the truck comes on Thursday to take it all to California.
It will be a poignant series of memories to wrap carefully. They were as a rule beautiful. My new memories will sustain me this week.
Peace - hard won, gratefully cherished.