Heather's on her way back to CA. Her dad is driving her home. She's text'd me a couple of times to assure me she's taken her medicine and that they will stop to have lunch in Grants Pass.

In a way, it is a relief and in a way, it is not. I lost a week but Heather's OK. I'm catching up on everything. I have to. The litter box won't empty itself, the laundry is piled high and these writing contracts have a deadline.

However, I still miss her already.