Mark comes home tonight. And then he leaves again on Wednesday morning for a conference in Michigan. Poor guy, he's never going to want to leave again. It's great to get away, but sometimes you just want to be home. The whole living out of a suitcase gets really old, really fast, too.

I've been productive while he was away. I:

• cleaned the house
• did all the laundry
• ironed all the clothes from the laundry
• cleaned out the fridge (as in...throwing old stuff out, not stuffing myself with it)
• went to a "party" at somebody's house (huge breakthrough for me - I don't usually like going places to hang out with people I "sort of" know and especially not by myself - but I had fun)
• hung out with my friend Dana who is back from Bolivia
• cut my hair (or had my hair cut)
• and....huge one here...mowed the yard...the whole yard. By myself. I even edged and blew all the clippings away. I have blisters and sore hands, but it feels really good to have it done (especially since it's POURING rain now). I'm so proud of myself and I didn't tell Mark so he could be surprised. He better notice. Or else. :o)
  

Mark called last night and they're all safe. Tired, but doing well.