Today was this trip’s Boise day. But first, I had an appointment, and second, we found a screw in the tire when we left the hotel. Despite those delays, we spent some time in downtown Boise, and then went to Cambridge. My parents are checked in to their private room in town and I am home. By myself for the first time since early Sunday morning.
Of course I spent some time crying. It’s not that I couldn’t cry with my parents there. It’s more that I’ve been too busy to cry. Enjoying their company, and the changing scenery, or focused laser-like on the road. Conversation, music, and audiobooks. It makes sense that the stillness called forth my grief.
I forgot to turn the water heater on first thing, so I’m hoping that after I post this I will have enough hot water for a shower before bed.