"We haven't even been here a day and I already want to go home." -Louie

Five days sans appointments so we impetuously planned an escape. We must be crazy, after this tumultuous week to be so ambitious as to plan a vacation? We don't hold onto envy. Our want is singular. But admittedly, watching others take sojourns during this time has been enviable. Vacations are one of those things, often the idea of them is much more supple than the reality. So here we are, Key Largo. He wants to see a coral reef.

The flight was delightedly non-eventful, wheelchairs allowing Louie to preserve steps. Today we nested in the room; read, played uno and watched a movie. We dined at the hotel at sunset, but Louie was homesick (I suppose our respite from the house in the past year has been minimal). I refuse to take this personally. Fortunately, I abide the swings and am hopeful after a day of rest he'll adjust. Before bed I asked him a question and his answer was a hasty and impatient "leave me alone" followed instantly by a very sweet "but you can read to me if you'd like". We laughed. Louie didn't quite get the hilarity in the contradiction but I'll smile and read and look out for the pendulum tomorrow, hoping for a swing.