As you read this in the morning, I am on a flight headed to The Ranch.
It is just the youngest Nighean Dhonn and myself for a week visiting my parents and in-laws and some old friends. No particular need prompted this, other than the need to simply get back home.
In a way it is the worst time to go: we have so much going on at work and sometime in, say, September would be better. But I am old enough and wise enough to know that truly, the "right time" never really comes.
So we are off to go places and do things and see people, and hopefully to get me a little more grounded again.