Broken vacation--four of us here and two of us there.
Worried about Ben, and fighting some amazingly poor healthcare administration.
Watching the view of the men working on the building right through my beach view or their equipment left just out of my window. (I was a particular fan of the trashcan labeled as a lead hazard.)
Giving in and going shopping when it rained and I knew not what else to do while I worried over the boy. Then finding out that the only store at the mall I wanted to go to had gone bust.
Un-inflating all of those inflated things.
We still found our bright spots. But we'll look forward to a do-over this time around.