Homecoming
I arose this morning disoriented. Where was I? Before I opened my eyes, I flashed every awakening scene from the past 10 weeks in my head, flipping through them to find just the right snapshot. Whew. I'm in my own bed, Mr. Bear snuggled at my side, my copy of A Gathering of Lace occupying the empty spot in the bed. Home.
I toddled off to the kitchen to make some coffee and found a delightful family of ants out for a morning stroll across my countertop. The 409 rainstorm put a damper on their plans, and they returned to their windowsill doorway in a torrent of Raid And & Roach Killer. We'll see how long it is before they return for another visit.
Picnic thwarted, I started the coffee, had some breakfast, and settled down to sift and sort through my mail. Then I picked up the phone, called my old water/garbage/sewer provider to cancel service at my old residence, since the new tenants still hadn't seen fit to make arrangements to pay for their own water and garbage. Sigh. I'm sure they're perfectly nice people, and had I not been dashing off to LA when I discovered this problem in early July, I would have disconnected the service myself then. It will all be sorted out, for me at least, on August 12. That's when the water gets shut off and the clock stops on billing in my name. Hopefully they'll call me tonight ready to trek over to the Water office tomorrow to settle the bill.
While I'd love nothing more than to stay home all day, I'm going to go to knitting tonight at 4. It's good to return to routine.
Now I'm off to unload the car. Sigh.