Sloph left home again this summer, though she actually only moved down the road. This seems to work much better for all of us. Bee is enjoying having a house to herself and almost resents me coming home and interfering, apart from paying for extra food saving her housekeeping money.
As a result I feel that in some way I also have grown up and left home, striking out again on my own, in moving to Georgia for 18 months. You aren't suppose to leave home at 60, you are supposed to be settling down to your retirement home. But there's a curious sense of freedom, that I don't have to bother about them anymore and I can do what I like in my home now. It's such a relief that I don't have to do all that travelling and no more living out of a suitcase in a hotel.