I’m back in Holland but live is not quite back to normal.

I landed this morning at 7.00am at Schiphol airport after a 17 hour trip. Alone, I might add. Megan, my sweet wife, has stayed behind to take care of the affairs surrounding the transition of David from the hospital to the rehab facility. There is also the matter of making the house accessible for him.

All of this results in us being apart for little over three weeks, which is a novum in our relationship. I have no illusion on the fact it’s going to be hard; how hard exactly is something time will teach me.

I guess I will be charging up my Skype credits for a great host of future calls.

Today I am suffering the most lethargic mood I have had in a while. It’s like someone spiked my cereal with Prozac this morning. There is simply very little that seems to cheer me up.

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Who would have guessed that I’d spend part of my evening in the emergency room. My wife has an infection on her leg which looked nasty enough this morning but despite antibiotics grew twice the size with a few hours.

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