I'm going to be brief, because life is coming at me like a wave right now.
I'm in a vortex of planning for my daughter's birthday (Friday), Passover (next Wednesday), and the Bat Mitzvah. In conjunction with the latter event, my British mum-in-law is flying out for a three-week visit: her first time in the United States since our wedding (16 years ago).
I have a feeling I'll be writing a more extended post about that later - that is, if I find time to tear myself away from all the housework, cooking, housework, preparations and more housework that I need to do right now.
On top of that, today is our first back at our old gym.
I won't go into details about what prompted the move back. I am happy to give up the 35-mile one-way drive out to Ventura County. I am happy to reunite my daughter with the girls she trained with since she was in third grade.
But we are leaving people we really love at the other place and because of that, the decision to return wasn't as easy as one would think. In fact, I've been something of an emotional basket case (I mean, more than usual).
So if my posting is sparse over the next month, you know why.