I don’t know about you but by the time evening hit, the house still didn’t feel settled—just lived in, loud in waves, and constantly moving the way family life does when nothing goes exactly as planned. Charlie is in his room. Gerald is on the couch and David is in his chair. Bradley and Charlie have been coming and going all day, conversations happening in the middle of other conversations, and plans shifting without much warning. One minute it feels like we’re on track, and the next minute something changes and everybody adjusts. There was an airport-related run that needed to get handled, as Charlie and I had to drop…