The Boston trip went well. Conditions were windy for my husband’s race, but he felt confident and was happy about that. We stayed at a comfortable Airbnb and enjoyed watching the races.

Now we’re back home, on a cold Wednesday that was much too windy to row on the river, with our boats still on the trailer and ready to head out again for regattas in warmer Southern cities.

Such a long road trip left me feeling like time was floating gently by, almost like the river, or like the car’s smooth passage through bright autumn forests. I didn’t feel impatient to get home, even though there was an accident in a construction zone that left us sitting there for an hour.

I felt pretty good when we arrived. The fatigue didn’t hit me until after we had our late dinner, when I fell asleep totally forgetting to take out the trash (my husband remembered trash pickup was the next morning and put it out, so all was well). Of course, then I had to deal with getting back to work after a long vacation (work? what’s that?), but I’m still feeling pretty mellow anyway.