I'm having an after-dinner coffee (vaguely wretched, but I've had worse, from a styrofoam cup) and sitting here in "the internet room," not really believing any of this. Any second now, I'll wake up, right?
Probably not. DH is en route now, and should be here in a few hours. It will be nice to see him. Everything appears to be set -- hotel room, flights home, physical therapy for when I get there. Everything will work out.
Just none of it feels real right now, none of this has felt real for this entire trip. I will be very happy to go home.
2 comments:
our thoughts are with ya bits. love u to pieces... j
waiting to hear more... hope you are okay.
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