Our lake week is over, and what a wonderful week it was. So many laughs and memories. I wouldn’t trade them for anything. 

But the drive home meant the usual traffic, and by the time we reached the house it was hot and sticky, a typical 2024 summer day, heat index well into the 90s.

And then we stepped inside.The house was spic-and-span, a cool 77 degrees, classical music on the radio, courtesy of our friend and house-sitter. The parakeets were chirping. There was even some food in the fridge. It was the smoothest re-entry I’ve had in years. 

(Unpacking is always easier than packing. Above: a fraction of the stuff I took along.)