There's No Place Like Home…

My husband has been holding down the fort for me – and that includes taking care of our 14 1/2 year old puppy (who happens to get special medications three times a day) and keeping the ol’ homestead in shape. It has also included taking care of my computer’s comings and goings.

This has meant that he doled out Sprite’s medications on the way to and from work and ALSO listened to her complain about the injustices of life. Her complaints are much louder and more frequent when her favorite person isn’t present. And that would be me!

My husband and I talked several times a day (thank goodness for cell phone family plans!) and he tried to describe what was happening on the site. From what I gather, there are other people who aren’t crazy about grocery store monopolies, AND he told me that when I think I’m recycling my grocery bags… well, quite frankly… I’m not! (Hmmm… I might just have to break down and buy some of the reusable shopping bags… When I do though, they won’t be from my grocery store! All of their over-packing-to-the-point-of-ripping has left me thinking that there are a whole lot of other places to buy those bags!)

I am so tired right now. Rather than spending one restless night contemplating a day of air travel, I am now up to two nights of worrying. Good grief! At this rate, I’ll have to go for much longer visits so that the two restless/sleepless nights before the air travel (each way!) actually pay off.

I had dated some entries so that they would “magically” appear while I was away visiting my brother, mother, and her beau, and since my husband already posted your comments, I’ll go ahead and read them right now. I just wanted to check in and say hello!