We are supposed to fly out at 7 am in the morning, but what with the coming ice storm, our actual departure will be anybody’s guess. Don’t be alarmed if you get a call begging a ride home from the airport for three hapless travellers. Here’s hoping we’ll be on the ground, safe and sound, by lunchtime.
I am leaving you with these pictures of our apartment in complete disarray. Welcome to my world. I feel like all I do all day is keep little beings out of things I don’t want them to destroy, a.k.a. my furry Coach boots and our Christmas tree. And by beings, I mean Charlie and her two kitty sisters. You might have to commit me before I even make it out of the house in the morning, ice storm or not.
All I need right now are many pairs of willing hands to take over for a little bit, so I can sleep. Ah precious sleep….you mystified me at the beginning of this journey and you continue to be just out of my grasp! I will find you again….you are just a plane ride away….
