Awake at 4:30 a.m., unable to get back to sleep. So, I ride with Frank to drive his father and Cindy to the airport, as they have an earlier departure than we do. Then, back to our Air BnB to get my daughter at 6:30 a.m. to wake her for our promised morning walk on the beach on Sullivan’s Island. She doesn’t seem to be waking up, so Frank and I start driving there without her as the sun rises over the bridge from Charleston––and then she calls. She’s ready! So, back again, and I’m glad. I wanted this time with her while Frank went to his meeting. And we had a lovely walk and talk that I had been wanting to have with her. As usual, we are right in synch, and it’s more than a lovely walk. Windy and cool, but quite sunny, and this is her first walk on the lovely beach; my third. I always find a beach walk when I can! Our last day, waiting for our flight, relaxed. We rent bikes and ride on a windy day for a bit near the beach. Easily home. Greeted by Wave at the door with all happiness. I’m very tired though, I realize. Glad for this weekend away, and glad for the holiday week at home that is to come. Especially glad to be home with my grandson. Just before bed, I made my daughter a cup of coffee which she spilled entirely on the leather couch. One of those little catastrophes of homecoming that just happen. Inevitable in transitions. Somehow, marking the disruption of travel. We cleaned it up together. And now, to sleep.