A damp awakening to New England rain and cloudy sky. We are up early, around 4:30 or so. Still adjusting to time zone. The grass is very green and quite high. We have coffee together in the quiet house, adjusting to being home, off the boat, away from the sea we so enjoyed. I swim early in a light rain at the pool. I consider going to Farm Pond, but don’t want to get caught in the open water if a thunderstorm sweeps up. Pool is crowded; I share a lane. It feels terrific; I have a great swim; I imagine I’m in the sea. And it feels like I am because I am having that strange disorientation that I had when swimming after being on the boat: as if I am swimming uphill and downhill! Charlie is happy for a walk in the light rain. I see one of my favorite wildflowers/weeds: goatsbeard, by the railroad tracks. I am so immersed in Barbara Kingsolver’s novel, Demon Copperhead! It’s brilliant and captivating. I get the laundry in order, unpack. Frank comes home with bags and bags of groceries that we unpack. I go to a house showing with my daughter and her boyfriend, a terrible house. But it’s sweet to be with them Dear friends drop by for iced tea and tales of our travels. Everyone is happy we are home, and so are we. A family dinner. All three kids, my grandson; Frank and I cook and they help clean up. It’s sweet to talk about our journey and to feel as if we have been missed––for all the right reasons. Now, it’s 9 and I am so drowsy.