I've spent the last 10.5 days on the road, for work. It was for two different projects, and I got to have a romantic weekend with my sweetie sandwiched in-between (which was totally awsome and I believe was largely responsible for me making it through the last 3 days).
Not that the projects were hard or unpleasant. On the contrary, they were fun, challenging, and everything that client-work is suppose to be. This is why I'm a consultant again. It's such a rush and a high to be in the thick of a project and help bring light and understanding. (Okay, that really only happened on the second project, since the first was just kicking off - we aren't quite at the light and understand phase yet. But we'll get there.)
It's so good to be home. I missed my cats. Badly. Freesia can't stand to be more than 6 inches away from me. (She's glaring at the computer right now since it is on my lap and she isn't.) Smudge hasn't started his usual run-around-the-house-like-my-tail-is-on-fire-because-mommy-is-home routine yet. I'm a bit afraid it won't start until I'm ready for bed. But I know it's coming. You can see the twitching in the back of his eye.
But you know what? I don't care. Because I'm home. And I get to sleep in my own bed tonight. And be cuddled and stepped on and licked by my favorite pussycats. Yay.
Now, if I could just teach them how to do laundry everything would be perfect.
