Helena again is with her grandmother, the baroness Munchausen, for a few days so I can get some work done.
Cramming a full week's worth of work into three days ain't easy, and I'm not there yet, but I'm getting the hang of it.
Apparently, Helena has been feverish. I prefer to think that the cool weather has slowed her down, the rain has plunged her into introspection; she's catching up on some much-needed sleep and maybe she misses me a little.
Her appetite is always healthy, and her play regularly varies from rambunctious to quiet.
Helena's absence is still a bit of a shock to my system, but I've stopped crying about it. It's necessary and temporary I remind myself. And good for everybody in the long-run.