Coming Home

DH will be home tomorrow night. He left nine days, seven and a half hours ago.

He stopped in Lubbock last night, and did some work today with some people he's collaborating on a paper with. We lived there for several years, and I used to work in the same department (doing totally different stuff) so lots of people sent their regards. He saw Lynda. I am jealous of that. I wish I could've seen Lynda.

But in any event, he is coming home, dead lizards and all. He'll be leaving again in about two weeks, for about two weeks, but I'm not going to stress about it.

OK, that's a lie.