Or feeling like I should, at least. I’m in the lobby of a 50′s-style airport hotel just beneath the glide slope of runway 28-Right at Pittsburgh International Airport. It’s a great place. Really.
Spent today visiting elderly relatives, and my aunt and uncle too. After a night of almost no sleep, thanks to a gravelly tent-site on the side of a mountain, it was a bit trying.
But tonight there is, at least, a bed waiting for me.
Tomorrow down to West Virginia to scatter my dad’s ashes. Tuesday I’m spending the entire day on Amtrak headed back to Boston.
Long, long weekend. Emotionally and physically trying.
But over soon.