Day Ninety-Three, Tucked In On Tuesday Night

Remember, week before last was it, when I wrote that Mr. D had finally written to me asking if we could check in by the end of last week? Is anyone really surprised that the only thing I have heard since that text is....crickets? No? I didn't think so. Not that I have been waiting with bated breath, quite the contrary, I have been hoping he won't ask me if I want to come back. As I have said before, the farther I am from the day I left, the less I want to go back, maybe I should just put it all to rest and tell him so.

Now we are all prepared to go and celebrate my Dad's marriage to his wonderful fiancée. Everything has been battened down for a few days of emptiness, all of the neighbors have been alerted to keep an eye on things, our camera system is up and watching everything (it's kind of a funny feeling as I walk up and down the stairs, a couple of times I caught myself staring at the camera because I knew it was watching me), so that's a relief. I finished up all my errands, the fridge is cleaned out the last dishes have been washed, we are READY! Kind of. I noticed that I was getting really tense and frustrated when I was packing and I think it's because even though I love traveling and having adventures, I hate leaving my house. Why? I do not know. I spend so much time complaining about this house and being fearful of something falling apart or breaking down I would think I'd be ecstatic to have a little time away. I guess I'm happier here than I think.

I am signing off, it's late and we have to get an EARLY start tomorrow, so until the next post, goodnight!

Sunset from the freeway (I wasn't driving!)