Alex took Enzo out of the house for a few hours, so I could spend the morning getting everything together for our trip today. Zoe had some patients show up late, so we left for the airport right when she got home about noon.

We kept Enzo awake all day, so he'd sleep on the plane, and he did. The airport, flight, rental car, and baggage all went perfectly, and our drive from SF to Monterey in the afternoon was beautiful without much traffic. On the drive down, Enzo drank a big bottle of milk. After finishing, he handed it to me and said, "drank too much milk. made me sick"

We dropped our bags at the hotel, and then went back out to get some dinner and to pick up some groceries. We got some dried up old sandwiches from the store down the street, chocked them down, and went to sleep.

At around 3:30AM, Enzo woke up crying, asking to go "back home". After about an hour of him saying "back home" over and over, we were ready to go back home too. As too were the guests in the next room probably. Finally he collapsed in our bed, and we all got a few more hours of sleep.