Home Again, Home Again...

Hey, Barb.

I did read your post before I left, by just moments.  I'm sorry I was acting like you'd disappeared for weeks; no, that in no way commits me to immediate response in the future.  Let's not be silly ;)

We arrived home from Arizona this evening to a 40 degree decrease in temperature and too much laundry to think about.  I had a great, great time, but it really is nice to be home, as always.  I wish we had built in a "debrief" day, as you say, because the prospect of getting up and out of here at 6:15 tomorrow, to get back to my daily life, is not a pleasant one.  Particularly since I started a really good book on the plane and all I really want to do is curl up on the couch under a big blanket and read all day.  Alas, real life calls.

It'll be a busy week in some ways - oral surgery tomorrow (not a huge deal), MC Tuesday, and auction, auction, auction in every other free moment.  (The event is the 24th and will I be glad when that is over!)

This weekend is, obviously, St. Patrick's Day, and J's first public performance with his band.  I guess I'll go out and see him, but I'm not sure who will join me.  Maybe I'll just go alone and not drink, take pictures or something.  I'm not really feeling all that St. Patrick's Dayish.

Wednesday and Thursday I'm free after work although I'll be working on my resume and a cover letter for a job at Amazon.com.  Will tell you more when we talk....hopefully one of those afternoons?

Hope you had a relaxing and rejuvenating weekend and you're ready for the week tomorrow.

Love you,
A

p.s.  The book is The Night Listener, by Armistead Maupin.  I bought it at Powell's some years ago, with my dear friend, Barb.