After getting up at 3:30 a.m., mechanical difficulties, a delay, a missed connecting flight, and a two hour drive I am finally home.
I was shocked to walk outside of the San Diego airport and see blue, sunny skies. This past week in Ohio it was grey, dreary, cold and rainy. It’s amazing how one glimpse of the sun and the ocean change your perspective on life. I think I was really missing some vitamin E. If I lived in Seattle or Alaska I would need to have one of those photoray machines.
It’s nice to be home. I’m flopped on the couch catching up on my tivo’d shows. I’m going to be getting up early again tomorrow, we’re going to the Rose Parade in Pasadena.
So I’ll be up again at 3 a.m. but I won’t be crammed into a plane or sit around an airport. I’ve never been to the parade in person and I’m glad we have tickets to the grandstands. I’m too old to camp out. I can’t wait. Look for pictures tomorrow.
It will be good to be busy. It was hard to leave the boys after being with them for so long. You just get used to having the around. The house feels so empty without them, even my car isn’t the same. Yesterday when I said goodbye to Mikey he hugged me and told me that he didn’t want me to go. Talk about knife to the heart.




