My vacay was officially over on Saturday. I left Maria (in tears of course) and flew home…where I found myself in tears. Remember all that work I did to leave the house spotless before I left? Um, why did I bother?

I’m not complaining. The reality is, the house would’ve looked exactly the same had I been here. There is some good news though…Fishdog did change the doorknobs on the front and carport doors. They look awesome. Copper levers and a new copper deadbolt. I love them. He also cleaned the master bathroom, which was starting to be a scary, scary place.

Today feels weird because it’s Tuesday. I keep thinking it’s Monday.

Sunday (which felt like Saturday) we went to Birdrunner’s house for a cookout. Fishdog and Birdrunner were elementary school classmates and they had a mini-reunion with a few other friends from gradeschool. The best part of the day was when we pulled out old pictures.

I have evidence…which I will gladly show you tomorrow, after I download said evidence.

Be afraid, Birdrunner. Be very afraid.