Things are good. I'm not in some "too depressed to write" kind of place. Just not all into writing. BUT, I'm going to try and crank out a small slice for you.
Let's see. The rainy season is here (did you know there was a rainy season? me neither) and the weather is pretty odd. Hot! Hot! Rain! Cold! Hot! Cold! Cloouudyyy...Hot! Keeps you on your toes, though. And I like the humidity. As long as it doesn't get super hot, it's nice to have well hydrated skin for a bit.
Momm and Dad left Monday morning. We all had a fabulous time. Hokkaido IS all that and a good bowl of soup. The house and the car and the couch seem quite empty with them gone, but that's OK cause it'll all been completely empty when we're gone, too in another 1.5 months.
I go through these periods (of which now is one) wherein every time I glance at Jesse, every time I hear him, every time a part of him touches me, every second of "us" is sweet and shiny and heart-singing. And it's corny, but just so lovely. It's not that I don't always love him dearly, but that I don't usually always stare at him with these melting-with-love-puppy-dog-eyes.
So yeah, we'll be heading home in late July. Jesse has some bachelor party stuff down in SoCal and then will be hanging with his mom in bend (Yes, I'll hang some, too), but there'll be some extra time in there where I'd like some distraction from his absence. So any folks along the West Coast circuit (Heidi? Maryk? OMSI folk?) that will be around in late July, early August, let me know. I'll take all the offers I can get.
There. I just said a whole lot of nothing. I feel better.