I'm in Kansas. In small-town Kansas, in
the home where I spent eight years. I'm in my room, which has largely been
changed by my father into a place for his assorted stuff.
There is
no air conditioning here, which is making me cranky.
The S.O. is
dealing with the dog at home. I miss him, and I wish I hadn't been so
cranky when I talked to him. I well remember the week I spent with the
dog, alone, while he was away. It makes one desparate for human companship
and communication. Or silence.
But I'm making the best of it, I
suppose.
We'll all be seeing Pirates of the Carribbean tomorrow.
And I'm showing my sister many and varied computer games. And I might get
some clothes and the like.
Then, once I return to home sweet St.
Petersburg, it will time for James' visit. Eventually, I'll find my way
back to work. I'll be ready for it when it comes, too.