I am home in Boulder, with a purring cat by my arm on the desk, and it looks as if some entries did not make it onto CaringBridge.
Trouble logging on last night; glitches.
My cousin met me for one last visit this morning; I'm so lucky to love some members of my family!
I am falling asleep between words; by East Coast time it is three-thirty in the morning.
I am so very grateful to my friend in Philly whose kind offer of hospitality made it possible for me to visit aging cousins and old friends, and to get another professional opinion about my eyes.
Oops; really did fall asleep. More tomorrow. It was good to go there; it is good to come home.