Alex broke a bone in his foot long-boarding while we were gone and, with great maturity, dealt with it on his own (and with the support of his friends at Queen's), electing not to tell us while we were away. For this we are grateful and confirmed his decision with him. He told his brother, who told his uncle (where he was staying) and they all agreed that it was the best course of action. He's feeling fine, has an air cast, and needs to keep weight off it for the next five to six weeks using crutches. It makes it a bit difficult for him to get to classes and the library, but this is his last week and he's feeling okay about everything.
For the moment, it's back to reality. Laundry, errands, cooking, parenting and dog-walking lie before me, but I come at them with a renewed sense of purpose and energy, despite the itchy throat and body aches that have followed the 10 hour return flight yesterday. Z headed back to the office this morning, thankful that there are only two days left in the week. My mom is in town for a few days, so we'll be seeing her as well as my brother and his family who so graciously hosted Michael while we were gone.
I'll post more soon with some photos and memories.