The Altogether

I'm done.
Altogether done.

Well, not quite altogether done. The altogether done will be shortly after midnight on Christmas.

This morning I played the last big choir hurrah. There were instruments in the service, descants, and carols.

Then there was the last big drive to Syracuse--a brass quintet gig at a library. The place was packed, and I sort of limped through it.

And then I was home.

"Daddy, when you come upstairs you should find me in my room and give me a big hug!"

I still haven't really seen J yet--the boys needed almost constant chasing around and tickling, even when they were supposed to be eating dinner. They're in bed now. Coffee is roasted for tomorrow morning, I went for a long run, and I have nothing to do until the Christmas Eve sprint on Thursday.

It feels amazing. I have no idea how we did this sort of thing when I was teaching during the days as well.

But we're done.
Altogether done.

Or, at least, almost.