Well. We're Back.

Fair warning: I'm going to complain here first. And then I'll move on. It's called "venting" and I heard about it on Oprah. I think that means it's healthy.


1) It snowed here last week. It didn't stick, but STILL.

2) HIGHS are in the 30s this week.

3) It's April. Just a reminder. I'm talking to you, GOD.

4) We are all afflicted by winter icks: nasty colds, some sort of allergies, something that involves streaming noses and bad tempers.

5) The snow still piled up on the ground is nasty sludgy gray. To match the sky. And there are a lot of things wrong in those sentences.


We're back. In winter. (Sidenote: I realize Hell is traditionally thought of as hot, but I'm going with cold. My Hell is cold.)

I am yo-yoing between elation and despair at being back. And while despair has temporarily taken over the driver's seat, there is some elation present sometimes. Just not when I look at Weatherspark and see that the high Thursday is 35. The good news is that it will be nearly 60 today. And also pouring down rain.

OK, moving on.

So yes, it is lovely to be back in our house. I forgot a lot of things very quickly. How the light looks streaming across our kitchen table. How nice it is to have a fully stocked kitchen. How cold the toilet seat is on my rear end.

It is honestly kind of surreal coming back here. We left, for a decent period of time, and now we're back to the exact same life, but as slightly different people who happen to be more freckled tanner and more fit and more relaxed than we were when we left.  It's a good feeling, mostly, but a little disconcerting at times. I sort of understand how the Pevensie kids felt after they came back through the Wardrobe in the The Lion, the Witch, and (the aforementioned) the Wardrobe. Kind of like ..."Hey people, there is this amazing place where husbands are home for dinner, and your nose hairs don't freeze when you walk outside, and the trees talk not far from here."

Our Internet has been down canceled by my hubs before we left in a fit of pique and then forgotten about until we returned and it has taken some time to get that sorted out. And I cannot ...truly cannot...blog on my Kindle or the Ipad. I say way too much for hunt and peck. That way lies insanity and carpal tunnel.

But we are now back online and mostly unpacked and mostly done with rapturous greetings of old friends and now mostly ready to start blogging again. My readers ..the tens of you....mostly composed of grandparents and sisters...have been clamoring for more. And my last post boldly proclaimed my intention to write twice a week. Just in time for me to pack up and ship out and live in transit and yeah, that wasn't all that well timed.

But here we are. We're back, for better or worse, for colder or warmer, and for the next year and three months. Time to layer up, sack up, and do this thing right.