Eleven

Has it really been only eleven days since the beginning of November? They have been eventful, to say the least.

Tomorrow we begin our journey back down to California, to our new home in Sacramento. I can't wait to see our house, meet it and move into the corners of it, and fill the fridge with baby carrots.

I kind of want to see my Superstar Husband, too. (ACK. I MISS HIM SO MUCH I COULD JUST LAY MY HEAD ON THE TABLE AND MOAN FOR AN HOUR AND THREE QUARTERS.)

It has been delightful, though, spending time with my mum and dad. They put up with me well, their daughter who just happens to come home and wreck their vehicle. It's so funny, really, I feel responsible and they feel responsible (because it was their car) but really, as my dad puts it, "You just can't even go there." They are so incredible to me, though, so giving and warm and I have been feeling really safe recuperating here. Now it is time to go home and behave like a grownup.

Hey, I was over at Mary's place today and followed her link to this site. Which I feel certain is one of the coolest things I have seen in a long time. I wish I thought of it. Check it out and get addicted for a good cause. (And do your vocabulary some good, too!)

I say "one" of the coolest, because at the end of the month I have the incredible opportunity to be a part of writing about an amazing project with the wonderful folks over here. This project is the reason for my urgent passport mission, this past week. Which was successful, by the way, if by successful we mean having a passport that makes you look like a sunburned donkey. However, a sunburned donkey who can get on an airplane and fly overseas is happier than a sunburned donkey who cannot.