Day Twenty, Saturday Nighty Night

The day had such a strange start, I awoke so cranky, I wasn't packed and even though I woke up to the sweetest kisses ever, I felt so odd and strangely out of sorts. The kids did get up, although Primo opted not to join the expedition to the airport. So after searching the house for LS's camera, that I borrowed in June, and cramming all my stuff into a tiny bag, three of us set out to deliver me to fly the friendly skies. The ride down was uneventful, small chit chat, Prima plugged into her phone, listening to music, we hurtled along the freeway until we got to the point where you have to decide if you are going to the International or Domestic Terminal. As we passed under the sign, my heart sank and I blurted out an expletive, TR didn't miss a beat and said in syncopation with me, "you forgot your passport". Oh yes, I had forgotten my passport. We turned around, threaded our way back to the freeway and jetted home. TR got me home to get my passport and back to the airport with enough time to spare that I made it to the gate with 10 minutes before boarding. It was amazing.

The flight was uneventful, I bought a sandwich that left crumbs all over me, which was annoying. I thought the man next to me was crazy cakes, which I noted in my journal, and then he ended up being really sweet to me when we disembarked. I landed before LS was even at the airport to pick me up. She scooped me up and we headed back to do all the same things I do at home. Pick up one person here, drop another one there. We shuttled the passengers to and fro, ran home settled the kids in with her father-in-law, and headed out to a soccer game. The home team won 2-0. It was really fun, the fans were fanatic, yelling, clapping, singing and waving. There was so much beer!

Home after that, dinner and then we watched a movie. It was a sweet movie that tied me to home and my family, which is always comforting. But now I have to try to go to bed without my dear one and my dear ones near, which is always hard. I feel a little homesick and even though I am tired and have a monumental headache, I do not feel like getting in bed at all. There will be no familiar legs to entwine mine with, and no warmth to flop my arm around. No soft, freshly shaven face to nuzzle against, I can't sleep without my BAE. Oh well, I must try, and then I can call first thing in the morning. Good-night Gracie.

Sunset on Sardegna