6 months.
26 weeks.
181 days.
That's how long it's been since D-Day.
In that time I have sent 172 letters and at least 50 packages.
I have received at least 28 phone calls- maybe a couple more, and 12 letters. (He claims some of his letters have gotten "lost in the mail." Sure they have honey!)
I have enrolled a dog in daycare- which, it turns out, is much like enrolling a child in school. Visits to the doctor, extra shots, piles of paperwork to fill out.... temperament screenings... and on and on.
I have planned and successfully completed a trip to California.
I have paid off my car.
I have nursed a dog through leg surgery, and lifted the brat into my car for a trip to the emergency vet.
I have survived a 5.8 magnitude earthquake (ha!) a 4.5 aftershock, and possibly a major hurricane this weekend.
I've been a busy girl!
I still have a few more weeks to go until homecoming, and I am hoping that time will speed up a little bit, although I doubt that very much. I am trying to stay busy, but this weekend especially, the damn weather seems to have other plans for me. Thanks, Hurricane Irene.
On a sidenote- this will be the second hurricane that I have weathered by myself, while the boy was off saving the world. Two weeks before he came home in 2005, I was in Jacksonville. We got nailed by Hurricane Ophelia. That thing stalled off the coast, and it rained for 3 days straight. I was lucky that I had power the entire time, and had just had a new computer delivered. I believe that the boy's foot locker was shoved through my doorway midway through that storm too. I'm hoping that I am just as lucky this time around. Although my plans for the weekend seem to be shot- I was headed up to Baltimore for a Yankees game- I know there are far worse things that I could be dealing with right now.
Mother Nature apparently wanted month number six to end in style- with earthquakes, hurricanes, and freaky orange skies!
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