Day 9 of Hubby in Snowhio: I survived, despite the morning starting off by having to scoop a dead armadillo out of the ditch and throw it away because of the flock of buzzards in the front yard hovering over it. Ugh.
Hubby is winging his way home now, and not a moment too soon. I caught Gidget and
Evil Uno in blatant collusion last night.
He needed to go, mostly because his mother has Alzheimer’s and, quite frankly, there won’t be a lot of time left he can spend with her. I know I kvetch about our furbabies, but all joking aside, I’m glad he’s able to go spend the time with her, and it’s why I’m not attending any of the big book conventions this year. I want our already meager travel budget reserved for him, so he can have that time with her.
But it’ll be good to have him back. Me and the furbabies have missed him. (Although, of course, now that Luna has finally friendlied up to me, as soon as he’s home, she’ll start ignoring me again. LOL)
Now I can get back to finishing Suncoast Society 8 (which has a working title of A Clean Sweep, and is a mfmm menage).