Home Again . . . Thankfully
Okay, I have discovered that I have a breaking point when traveling. And somewhere in the car on highway 63, I hit that point. I’m glad to be home for a while now, because I am so tired of being on the road (or in the air). It’s nice to be sleeping in my own bed for a while now. I won’t be back on the highway for another few weeks, and that’ll be for a dog show. By then I’ll have forgotten the tiring part of the trip 🙂
I saw Van Morrison in concert on Wednesday night (think “Brown Eyed Girl” and “Moondance”). The man was absolutely incredible. He can sing, play sax, play harmonica and probably half a dozen other instruments too. He didn’t talk to the crowd at all, he just played for 90 minutes. It was great. His entire band is just so talented . . . it was a pleasure to hear them as well. On CDs I never really notice bands that much, but they were just rockin’ the other night!
It looks like Grace has finally figure out the whole pottying outside thing. I had her on a schedule before, which was working okay, as long as I didn’t slip. But now I’ve noticed that I can push the schedule a bit, and she is still waiting until she goes outside. Yippeee! She is just so happy that I’m home – she keeps coming and checking to make sure I’m still here. Too funny. And Farley is just glad to have his mom back. He’s been stuck to me like glue since I got back.
It’s back to work on Monday . . . sigh. These two weeks off have been wonderful.