It's official.......I'm getting old.
Sweet Girl (and Daisy the puppy) left this morning after a 4-day stay, and the quiet in the house is very........something.
We had a nice visit. She went to the ballgame with me, she visited her dad (bless her soul), we went swimming, and we made a trip to the mall. But we are both so alike and so different that three or four days together is plenty. There's just so much.......noise......when an extra person (and dog) comes to stay.
This isn't coming out right at all. I sound like I don't love my child. I do, I really do! I just love her enough to turn her loose to return to her own home and let me get settled back into my fuddy-duddy, old person routine. It wreaks havoc on my soul when my routine is disrupted!
If they evacuate Jacksonville this weekend because of Hurricane Hanna (or Ike or Josephine or whoever comes after that), I will of course welcome her (and the puppy and any other stray Navy people she can round up) with open arms. But I'm praying hard it doesn't happen.