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Almost back to normal

The saga has finally ended.

Sylvia made it to Florida to be interned with my mother and father, and Edie and I have made it back from a very stressful 42 hours of travel (22 hours of which were either in the air or waiting in airports), traveling between LA and Fort Lauderdale.

I sure don't want to do that again.

Up at 4:30 AM on Thursday, arriving Fort Lauderdale around 7 PM that evening, only getting about 3 hours of sleep Thursday night, and essentially awake for the next 24 hours before arriving back home at 11 PM on Friday.

At least I slept good last night, and even managed to make the "hammer zone" [bike ride] this AM, although I will admit to missing the first part of the ride, having awoken just a little later than normal, but it felt so good.

It sure does feel strange though, knowing Sylvia isn't around any more, or that we don't have to go visit her in the hospital anymore either. I guess that's something we'll just have to get used to.

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