He's Home

Pure Luck rolled in around 4:40 a.m. Sam whined and moaned his happiness, while Molly gave a gruff pre-dawn "Wwrroo." After petting both dogs for a while ("Never have fewer hands than Berners," he always says.), he got in bed. Molly followed. Needless to say, I soon got up to avoid being pushed out as she scooted in my direction.

He has been working nights since he left here on March 30th and will sleep a lot today, I imagine.

In a day or two we will all be back on the same schedule, but even when we aren't, it's good to have him home.

This is our bipolar life. After almost six years of marriage I am almost used to it, better able to cope with protracted absences. But I hope I never lose that feeling of joy when I see his car pull up out front, whatever the time of day or night.