Y7 D340

Happy to be home. Plus I am happy I am not just home for one day. I get to be home for a couple of weeks. Such a nice needed break. I know, I bitch about being home, I bitch about being gone. But it's the time in between that pisses me off. It's one thing to travel and then be home, it's another to be home for 3 days in one month. There's a difference.

I tried to not rush yesterday I really did. I was going to have breakfast and leisurely get to the airport, but that planned failed. My paranoia and stress won out and I left well earlier than I wanted to leave. I left the hotel around 5:15. Sigh. I know. I got to the airport a little before 6, was through security and in the lounge by 6:15. I then sat there until 8:50. Over 2 hours. Stupid of me.

Regardless, I boarded on time and was at PDX around noon. Got on the train, B picked me up at the station, and I was home around 2. It was raining which was a welcome sight after my week in the heat. Unpacked, did some stuff at home, then we went out to the store. She was out of food after a week of me being gone.

Came back, relaxed, and then had Mexican for dinner. We both were exhausted when we got back from dinner. We watched a little TV and we BOTH went to bed around 9:30.

Today is house stuff. I need to get some more groceries and things, laundry, etc. I also have to do expense reports and timesheets this morning. Fun stuff. But I have the next three days all to myself which I am going to enjoy.

We did talk about something yesterday. The whole lack of friends thing is starting to wear on both of us. We need to focus on how to get some friends. It's just such a challenge. We might even go to a Rocky show here to see what kind of people it attracts. I know. But we know that it's more likely to be our kind of people. We shall see.