I got back this morning from a quick trip to Savannah. I had fun.

My summer is moving along. It is difficult sometimes, because I don't see my kids as much as normal. I've always been at the center of things, and it's a real struggle at moments. I'll get through it.

I am wondering if my life will ever be "normal". I have these ideas and hopes (damn hope), but I just don't know if things will ever come together. I still mourn the losses that my kids are experiencing. Nothing to be done about that. I hate holding patterns.

That is it.