I had a fantastic weekend, filled with the love of good friends and family, good food and a brief New York City fix.
And to top it off, I love coming home. I often feel lonely for friends and family, and although some people insist I see them "often," everything is relative, and it doesn't feel often to me. But when Allan picks me up at the Buffalo airport and we drive to the Peace Bridge, and I see that big Maple Leaf, I feel so happy. Sweet Cody Brown greets me at the door, and we take a walk on the Lake, and I have no trouble remembering why I'm here.
Poor Allan had a tough weekend, working his very long (13- or 14-hour) days, waking up for morning Cody walk (which I would normally do), plus the extra wallop of the time-change. This while I was drinking champagne in a limo with my sister. (Celebrating her 50th birthday in style!) What can I say. Life isn't fair.
But yesterday was one of the Official Holidays of KaminkerWoodLand: Opening Day.* Schilling looked dandy, Coco Crisp and Alex Gonzalez made us happy, the Big Man hit a dinger, the Red Sox won and all was right with the world.
Tonight we get our final vaccinations for Peru. I'm counting days to the end of my full-time temp work, and to Peru. Lots to do before then, but it feels manageable.
I'm hoping for some more interesting blogging later this week, but we'll see if time and energy permits.