"Going to the place where love and feeling good don't ever cost a thing...

...and the pain you feel's a different kind of pain."

Okay, so I'm not 'going' home...I am 'coming from' home. But I like the song, so that is what I am going with.

I spent a few (about 4) days on the farm to be there before leaving for DC. I chased cattle, helped run corrals, crossed the creek 4 times (not as fun as it sounds), got a huge scrape on my elbow from falling off the corral after a cow hit me, and got a huge bruise when a different cow reared up and almost killed me. I also baked, gardened, hung out with Mom and Dad, gave the little brother a hair cut, and was basically productive without doing a whole heck of a lot.

Yesterday I "worked" at Mad Jacks with Suzy and got a scone and a free Turtle Mocha that I made myself. I guess coffee skills transfer to different coffee places; now, if I ever need a new job I think I can handle Mad Jacks. Nicole and I grilled and went rummaging--lots of people in this town obviously had kids within the past couple years because all the sales had was baby stuff. Ah, well.

And now I am here. At my apartment. Looking at 3 open suitcases that all have some of my possessions in them. I am trying to figure out the best way in which to divide everything so that I don't have to spend a fortune UPSing myself a package to DC ($90 for my stuff is just too much!) I have a typed, 4-page packing list that I am diligently crossing things off of, but I don't know if it will all work out. Luckily, I have a few days in which to get loose ends like this tied up.

However, until Nicole calls I have nothing else to do this evening so I am going to keep reading the novel I borrowed. Gee, with this packed schedule I am lucky I can fit everything in! Blech.