It's Sunday evening in Highland Park, Monday morning in Delhi. I've spent the weekend doing things I ought to have done last week. C visited with friends making the delay a happier thing. I'd have preferred a little more sleep, but the giggling in the next room was just fine.
Children's taxes are ready to file. Our extension also, though the privilege means paying out more than we'll likely owe. It is my price for putting off filing until I return. It is at least one thing I haven't left Steve to handle. The remaining (unbelievable pile of) chores, I regret leaving unaddressed.
Will we depart on Tuesday? Unclear. I will stay up for a few hours hoping for a window of communication with Delhi.
Sleep tight.
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