What can I say about June 8? I'd love to be smiling, but I suspect the stress and strain is showing on my face. I can only hope that all will be over soon. I dream of the days when I can go to Walloon Lake and sit back with a warm cup of tea in my hand. I'm grateful for my family; I'm glad that I can help them. But I'm also going to be completely at peace when I am out of this house. I don't mind visiting, but this isn't my home anymore. That's a sentiment that is very clear to me right now.