Somewhere on the Camino we agreed that, when we returned to our newly-chickless nest and were faced with a choice, all things being equal, we would to take the more expansive option.
Since we are renowned (among our small set) homebodies, this feels like a real step.
I’m not sure the chicks are going to be on board.
Last night, I was so happy to be on the phone with one of them that I ignored a persistent call waiting tone.
Later, I received this miffed email from another:
“Tried calling earlier. Where were you guys?”
It’s hard to change when they’re counting on you to stay the same.