I am sitting on the couch, dog scratching for attention, girls still asleep. I think I am finally coming up for air. We moved on Friday and tomorrow is the last day of school. As much as I had planned and controlled, moving is an act of letting go. Most of the work we had scheduled to be done at the new house is complete. And some of it is not. This week continues to be filled with workmen to meet, errands to run and teacher thank you notes to write. But I miss this space. So I am here. If only just for a minute.