This morning I woke up and realized that I have to go home tomorrow. And, while I miss my kitty* something awful, and, while I love my home and my job and everything that goes along with my life; I am sad at the prospect of leaving the comfort and relative ease of my childhood home.
I'll get over it right around the time we pull out of the driveway, of course, but, yeah. Feeling a little bit blue.
On the bright side, I have one last day with my parents and, my mother and I are going to spend it exploring a new gift shop that has opened in Mayberry. The Teenager is going to treat a friend from Mount Pilot to an early birthday goody from the local Dairy Queen. The Man-Cub is going to continue his quest to spend absolutely every waking moment in possession of the remote control for the movie-sized television in my parents' media room, and, Hugh is going to replace the outlets in two of my parent's rooms so that they will be able to better accommodate computers and other modern electronics.
Our last day will be a busy one, is what I'm saying.
* Both cats are on Hugh's shit list for having set off the burglar alarm at the house on Christmas Day. Apparently, they activated the motion sensor on the wall in the front hallway and we received a call from the security company to inform us of the breach. Hugh's fellow officer was quick to respond to the alarm and he checked out the house to ensure that there was no intruder, which we appreciated, greatly. But, the cats are in big trouble when we get home. There may be harsh words. And then lots of snuggles. We're consistent in our discipline like that.