I had a blast. . .I admit, the only times in my life when there was that much noise going on in my house, it was a knock-down-drag-out-to-the-death-of-dignity-and-beyond fight. But I got used to it very easily. . .a few time outs with the dog outside and I was ready for all the family I could absorb. It was marvelous and yes, I am tearing up thinking about it. Joe and I had our humanity restored.

I have to admit that I miss it. With Joe gone from dawn until ten at night freguently, it gets really quiet in the house. I am making a pest of myself to Joe-maha by sending him links to all of the job openings in Florida in his field. He leaves again in a few minutes and won't be back until Sunday night.

At least this trip he gets to play Hazmat Jeopardy. . .don't ask, it's an EM thing!