Why was my last entry dated March? This is what I've been doing since then: went to northern Italy in April (spring break), specifically 1 day in Vicenza, 3 days in Venice and 1 day in Florence. It was the 3 of us, and that can be a challenge, but in retrospect it was great. Venice, finally! I loved, loved, loved it. Staying right in the city was wonderful. May started out quiet. Steve was gone during the week, coming home on the weekend for laundry and home cooking. Near the end of the month the movers came and packed us up in just one day. I was immersed in chaos. Work was my anchor. Em and I moved into a furnished apartment for the two weeks we had left, and Steve spent one more week in his apartment. Emily was handed the last ever diploma from her school that is now closed forever. She really closed a chapter in her life that day. The next week the furniture was delivered into the new house. The bedrooms were bigger than they looked, and everything fit nicely. Super great! I really feel good in this house, partly because of the open floorplan, but also the light from all the windows. Amazing what natural light does for the psyche. The village here is dead, but the scenery makes up for that. Just like blocks falling into place, last week I got the call and I'll be going back to work. Mixed feelings on that of course, but I know I'm lucky to have the money coming in again. Retirement and College. So you see, it all sounds wonderful, doesn't it? Why can't my body cooperate then, and let the picture be perfect? Next week, European doctors - stay tuned!