Josh and I are not taking a vacation this summer, what with one thing and another. This is much harder on him than on me, since I get 2 months off every year, and fiddling around inside my VERY OWN house this past month has been like heaven and very relaxing.
Not that he's complaining at all, but you know, it's healthy to get away from the workaday world to decompress now and then. We are taking a mini-vacation this weekend and driving up to Shepherdstown, West Virginia. It is only for a day/night, but we like driving places and walking around little towns and stuff like that. We were planning on bringing either kayaks or bikes, but it's going to be rainy and the water is too low for kayaks so I guess we'll just, I don't know, EAT.
The process of settling back into the house has been delightful. Buying new bedding for the guest room. Arranging my spices just so. Yard work. Arranging freshly sharpened pencils on my desk.
Sometimes I just sigh happily. And at least once every day I say to Josh, "OMG I LOVE BEING HOME."
Josh's father is doing okay on his own, I guess. He goes over to Alix's (Josh's sister) for dinner once a week, and he comes over here sometimes, and Josh and Alix both go over there to socialize or to help with something in the house. He still refuses to move or get help in. He feels well right now, so he doesn't think he needs anyone. Stubborn old dude, I'll tell you what.
Oh, you guys. I am getting killed by spam in my comments. Fucking KILLED. I don't want to do the verification code thing, but I may have to. In the meantime I have enabled comment moderation so that I can at least catch the spam before it gets published in my comments.
That's all for right now. I must go pack for my 24 hour vacation. I'm thinking underwear, a toothbrush, and an extra t-shirt.
Talk to you soon.