Texas, Texas, Texas

There's something to say about returning home ahead of schedule. Today's the 2nd of July. We dropped Laura off at the hospital on Friday, June 26. That was six days ago. My last blog was 10 days ago.
Time flies, stops for no one.

Although I've returned, my body feels like it's still moving. There's a sadness that won't shake my bones - it's deep. Did I miss the mark somehow.

Then a friend reminds me of what we've done, what we've accomplished, during our three week foray up the east coast. It's sobering.

I've started uploading the film we took; ran into a snag. I'll have to email my fcp-dallas group with some questions.

Right now, I'm writing; just submitted an article. That makes me feel like I'm doing something...something.