Dan and I bicycled to Point Iroquois Lighthouse, by way of Dancing Crane Coffee. Outbound there was a headwind, but that equated to a tailwind back to the cabin. Still, I’m feeling it now. Especially on top of all of yesterday’s bending and squatting and pirouetting at the new rail. Anne and her folks arrive tomorrow, so a little dusting and sweeping will be in order. I’ll be fine with relinquishing control of the cabin tomorrow, because frankly the responsibility for it has come to weigh upon me. It is such a priceless heirloom that I worry about it now like I never have before. Still, it’s been fun sharing this alone time with my son, but I am really looking forward to seeing my wife again.