Glad they're home

It was so good to see the boys and Diana. A sense of relief, the ending of suffering at missing them. Poor Diana was sick from food on the ride up, so I ended up all alone for long with them--which I enjoy, but also my fathering muscles are weak from misuse, so I got tired. The return of tiredness. I didn't even lose it, I had insomnia, as if my body said, "no, you can't rest, you might come to like it." The boys hated it that I went to work, and so did I.