Recover from the night out before, which really only took two espressos and a lot of bacon (By the way, that was a great dinner at the Vista Grill if only for the view, although the food, drinks, and company were excellent as well). Back to the grind for a few hours, with a luxurious mid-morning nap as a think break on a tough section. Lunch buffet (can't imagine doing this to oneself for more than a couple of days--would take months to undo the damage). More writing. Give up late afternoon to go lounge on the beach for a couple of hours. Quick run, then yes, unbelievable, more food. Bad TV for the first time in days to top it off, as I was fried mentally. Quick pack up, heartwrenching conversation with M, who reported that when Irie went into her crib that night, she laid there and repeated "Mama home, Mama home" over and over as he closed the door, and then a good night's sleep in preparation for the potentially nightmarish drive home (which was in fact, a cakewalk in comparison to the drive down). Feeling productive and close to capping off that chapter, and refreshed mama-wise too.
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