Seems a year ago I went to NY to see Pop, watch him die, praise him and bury him. It's been all of 2 weeks.
After a couple of days at work, we kept our promise w/Disney. Too-long drives, in-laws, everyone else's children, so much junk food, nice hotel , good pool, bus rides, undoable ride lines and a really good Muppets movie.
Now we drive back in an hour. Gone from the surreal to the horrid to the unreal of family life in Disney.
The plan worked: the exhaustion and distraction of Disney and 10-hour sleeps has made me ... rested and still dazed.