O"fish"ally

Andy's home!  He's been gone all week, fishing.  There were a few bumpy patches here without him, but mostly bright spots:

Andy was gone for nearly nine days, and we survived the week due in large part to a number of people who stepped in as surrogate parents - cousins, aunts, grandmothers, friends.  Dinner was delivered, children were taken to play or to convalesce, Gatorade and medication were distributed, schedules were rearranged. 
Andy caught lots of fish -- enough to earn the Betz's Scotia Cup again this year.  He brought back several rocks for Tucker to add to his collection.  And this morning we had pancakes made with blueberries picked from a bush in the Canadian wilderness less than 24 hours ago.  He won't go back for another 357 days or so, but I'm pretty sure the official countdown will soon be on again.
JEB