Home again, home again

Jiggity-jig

And sleepy. And starving. And vaguely...not melancholy but.... I suppose the best way to describe it is as though I were Han Solo in the trash compactor in Star Wars, but before the walls start moving in, but with the added disadvantage of knowing what's going to happen next. Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh.

Visit to TX was all that had been hoped for and more. So peaceful. So calm. So loving. So full of conversation and silence and two of God's cutest kids and friendship. Coming back has actually been something of a difficulty (esp. with aforementioned trash compacting architecture).

Got the DVD's in today - although they cost an arm and a leg more than anticipated. *shakes fist at sky* Johnny is going to do tomorrow night's music, so meeting with him tomorrow around noon. RenFest put off until Sunday. Ergo, mass tomorrow as hopefully a long-delayed confession as well. Then more travelling in the wee, small hours of the morning. Must remember to bring suntan lotion. Am attempting to focus on happy things rather than tragic. Am praying.

Am sleepy.

Am stopping.

Am.

Mood: The castle of "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh"
Music: Odd mix of mental DVD stuff.
Thought: Do I dare and do I dare? Time to turn and run down the stair - with a bald patch in the middle of my hair....