It does also remind me that I don't, and probably never will, have enough time to spend with the people I connect with.
It is comforting, as various friends observed, to be able to come back to the house. And to know that it's here, and that it goes on not only physically but as a living community. It gives our lives roots which we often need and lack.
One problem with reunion, I think, is that often one sees it through a haze of sleep-deprivation. Nonetheless, it does seem that my "inside voice" is still a pleasant one. Unfortunately, it means I've forgotten all the really good quotes from the last three days.
Now that I've found my phone it's probably worthwhile to get back into bed and sleep, particularly since I have a room here tonight. But maybe I'll go downstairs and eat a muffin first.