I had a night off - our Smarter Driver Challenge landed in Toronto today, where we'll spend the next three nights doing media stuff and the Eco Wheels Show in the Distillery District on Saturday. Come down! Meet us!
Anyway, tonight was a quiet night, so when we landed I grabbed a car (thanks, Lindsey!) and hightailed it for home. The trek west has been awesome, but a different bed every night means the thought of your own is like candy. I'd told the boys I'd probably be trying to stop in at some point, but I wasn't sure what day. What better way to see what your little darlings are up to while you're away then pulling in the driveway unannounced?
You know what the little buggers had been up to? Cleaning. The place is cleaner than it has been in months. Dastardly kids.
I got a note from Christer my second night away that they'd had to take Maggie the Cat to the hospital. She was breathing funny. Maggie never, ever gets sick. I was in Halifax trying to plot my run home. For a cat. Pammy and Christer got her to the vet, got her meds, and have gotten them into her. She looks great. I still think it was retaliation for me leaving. She hates me.
Anyhoo. I'm doing laundry, leaving a suitcase full of stuff behind (I've accepted it's easier just wearing the same grungy jeans every day) and turfing through my inbox. Oh, and reading your comments. All of you.
I can hear you, even when I'm away.
EDIT: Oh yeah, I also came in and realized all the windows were open. I started to freak, then Pammy said "the air conditioning isn't on". I fell over with a thud.