After two more days of riding bikes and a Monday night of complete insomnia until 7am, Jim went to New York to teach his first classes of the semester. The initial plan had been that he and Charlie and I would drive in together, Charlie (deep memories of dadless Wednesday afternoons and nights inscribed in him) being so in need of being in Dad-vicinity.
After a short sleep, Charlie woke and wanted a bike ride. He was happy waiting to get going and trembling and sweating and feverish when he stopped on the sidewalk for a long period with his bike. He told Jim, 'no New York.'
They rode back and Jim drove off and Charlie smiled for an hour about 'dad coming back,' then got really nervous. Then he fell asleep on the black couch till an hour and half before Jim came home.
Charlie was most cheery and eagerly pulled off the paper of a package that showed up on our porch (it was coffee from my sister, not cookies except for biscotti -- not his preference!).
He was pacing in the kitchen as my parents put away groceries and I had sat down in the brown chair for a moment. I looked up and there was Charlie giving me the eye that I was in his chair. Obviously.
I got up, he sat down, and, with less than a week to go before school starts, he slept deeply for the first time after all those miles, camp and the transition after ESY.