In a few hours we get on a plane and return to California. I despise travel days, I just want to get there, you know? It’s a pain in the ass to haul two people, two dogs, computers and camera equipment halfway across the country.
We’ve spent the day doing laundry and packing, which means our dogs have worked themselves into a frenzy. I can’t imagine why they’d think we’re going to leave them, but they do. And of course the more twitterpated they get, the more worked up I get. Not only am I fretting about the dogs, but about whether or not we’re leaving anything important behind, or forgetting to do something.
I’m sad to leave Texas, even though I know we’ll be back soon. On the other hand, I’m thrilled to head back to The ‘Dena. I can’t wait to sleep on our bed tonight – two and a half weeks on an air mattress is no bueno. Neither is no table. It’s funny, because it never really occurred to me how important a table is until you’ve eaten standing up for a couple of weeks. We did, however, get a sofa while we were here, a big step up from the first few days, which we spent like this:
My dad had the foresight to bring a couple of lawn chairs when he picked us up from the airport, thankfully, otherwise we would have sat on the floor. Notice that, in spite of no furniture, we DO have a Christmas tree. You can see my priorities might have been a bit skewed. All in all, though we didn’t get to do most of the things we originally planned, it was a productive trip. At least the place is livable now.
Anyway, we’re two hours away from airport time, so cross your fingers that I don’t get stuck next to a screaming child or someone with a cold (and somewhere out there, someone is crossing their fingers they don’t get stuck next to someone with a dog).