The thing about being gone from home for close to a week is that you need an extra day off to ensure that you don’t have to go to work naked; parole the dog; catalogue the results of the science experiments in the fridge; and get work brain rebooted.
I picked The Sherm up Tuesday morning. She was like a prisoner granted parole from death row. She walked me all the way to the apartment door and then from the door to her dish. She inspected the house to make sure everything was as she left it and to make sure we had not picked up an interloper while we were gone. Reassured that we do not have to share our affection, she has implemented the plan she came up with in prison to make us pay. We will be her slave for a day or two so we are firmly and roundly punished for daring to put her in a kennel.
I did get some positive things accomplished while I was gone. I finished The Flanders Panel and have almost finished Eat, Pray, Love. No Vampire Porn this trip. Not that I didn’t have any in my bag, but Arturo Perez-Reverte is an amazing author. I knit half of the 24 inch back of a shrug in 2 X 2 ribbing, quite boring, but good car knitting. I knit most of a sock. I rested plenty.
Trust me when I say these reunions are like childbirth. By the time the next one comes around, you have convinced yourself you have forgotten all the discomfort and pain only to agree to go through it again.
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