I made it home, safe and sound, last night. I am so grateful to be home. I love driving my own car, being in my own house, using my own washing machine, eating my own food out of my own refrigerator, and being where I really truly feel I belong. And I got to see my sweetheart last night!
I went to the gym this morning and ran 2 miles on the treadmill. On the way home I stopped at the store for some soda, yogurt, and other essentials. The date on the yogurt lid is the day of the TRIATHLON! Oh my, there it was, August 6, 2006. I guess that is pretty close. I better start training at little bit more intensely.
I am just so profoundly glad to be home. And to me, that is almost the whole point of taking a vacation. I don't have to go back to work until July 3, so I have some time to just chill.
My son may or may not be home on Thursday. He called on Friday and said that he may not be leaving for Iraq until August, and if his departure is delayed until August, his leave will also be delayed. I will be happy to see him, whenever it is.
"Burn the idea into the consciousness of every man that he can get well regardless of anyone. The only condition is that he trust in God and clean house." -- Alcoholics Anonymous, p. 98