Anyway it's a sort of good news/bad news deal. Good news is I'm headed back to New York (home of my beloved Yankees whom I will see on an almost daily basis, and my sons whom I will not see quite so often) on Saturday. Bad news is the internet and cable goes bye bye tomorrow before 5 o'clock.
I have withdrawal shivers already.
I've slept ten hours in the past week and probably won't pass out again until I find myself in the new place that my cousin and brother have rented for me until I can get back on my feet. Here's to the establishing residency rigamarole.
I'm frantically tossing the remainder of my stuff into three wardrobes and taping boxes shut like a mad box-taping thing.
Thanks for bringing sunshine into what I've allowed to become a miserable existence. As my birthday approaches, I'm hoping this move back home is the best present I can give to myself. See you on the flip side, babies. With any luck, I'll be back in touch soon.
Will anybody even notice? Will anybody even care?