In early April, I spent three days in New York. I attended a couple of fantastic charity concerts, toured the American Museum of Natural History, and saw The Best Man on Broadway.
While I had a wonderful time, Lily was waiting for my return. By the third day, I was eager to return to her too.
I haven't figured out how she knows it's me, but I heard her calling me from down the hall of my apartment.
I told her all about my trip, and she told all about the sounds and shadows she tracked each day while I was gone.
And, now, everything's back to normal.