I wish I had something witty to write. Wet wit, damp if you will, not dry wit. But I don't. Because my mind is pretty much on one thing. Can't wait to go home, can't wait to go home. Seriously, maybe I'm a little bit extra sentimental and emotional after watching Extreme Makeover Home Edition last night (for the first time in probably two years), or maybe it's just that I haven't been home in over four months which has to be a record for me. But I'm dying for that Colorado sunshine, the mountains, the lack of bugs, the Nutmeg, the mom hugs, the dad spoiling me, the Kelly begging me to do something, anything, 'cause she's bored. And Laura of course, who I haven't seen since Christmas. The red recliner. The deck sunsets. The basketball bouncing off the roof because I haven't played in way too long. Seeing old friends at Mass. Waking up in the morning and knowing that the only thing waiting for me is relaxation and a newspaper. Sharing Firefly with my family. Eating good food that I didn't have to cook. No noisy upstairs neighbors with cement shoes. Or at least knowing my noisy upstairs neighbors and feeling completely confident that their sleep schedules mirror my own. Except for that pesky Mary who is a little bit of a wildcard. Just realized I forgot to mention her above. I'm not used to being home at the same time I guess.
Now if only the next three days would fly.
I reserve the right to make this blog as worthless to read as I feel like, and also to write as infrequently as I deem necessary. Just thought I'd let you know since I finally decided to share my blog.