I Like Home.

[abracanabra]

Survived the trip to Wisconsin. Very pleased to be home. House, cats, and possessions appear to be intact. (I'm always a little surprised to find this. Pleased, but surprised.) There was chatting with the in-laws. I slept Enough*, for the first time in months. There was a wedding. It was nice. There was fried chicken at the reception. It was fried. There was a road trip home. It was sunny. There was a gas station. They sold "Sex Olives." WTF?

Tomorrow is going to be unpleasantly busy. Full work, last physical therapy appointment, mandatory critiques to finish. Calling insurance to find out why the hell they didn't cover all my bills this time.

* Enough = 3 12-hour nights, apparently.

Comments

[eatsoylentgreen.livejournal.com]

I didn't know sex required olives. Shows what little I know.