Well, I’m here. Checked in, unpacked, set up, kitted out, ready for business. Or learning, as it were.

I hated leaving this morning. Not because of Nellie this time; she has her mom to keep her company this week. But because somehow — I wasn’t in the room to see it — one of the cats got hurt last night. He’s limping around; we think his brother hurt him during one of their fights. He’ll be fine; I just felt like a heel leaving without knowing he’s ok. I can only imagine what that’s like for parents with kids.