Had a hard time leaving Mom. Tried to start my drive back to NYC too early in the day. Mom looked sad to see me leave. She watched me from the doorway. She withheld tears. I started driving and felt pulled to stay. So I pulled over, called a few people, and then turned around to be with her again.
Dad worked through his birthday (today). I called him on the phone and he told be about this Dilbert comic:
I hung out with mom by the fireplace until around 6pm, when my restlessness became too much.
Returning to David was bliss. He met me on the sidewalk.