Outta Here

We’re off for a few days while I take my boy-dog to his breeder down in southern Arizona. It’s a sad trip, but we’ll get to see family and friends along the way, so that eases the sting a bit.

Here it is, early in the AM, and I’m finishing packing. Now. Oh, coffee. My lifeline.

Why so tired? Instead of finishing my packing lika any sane human being would have done, I spent 2-1/2 to 3 hours on the phone last night. Did I mention how much I hate long phone calls? It’s fabulous to meet someone who’s the exception to the rule…and I’ve kicked the others to the curb to give myself a little time to figure out where this may lead.

That’s the problem about setting a date so far in advance. The anticipation just might kill me. I’d tell you that I’m holdling back until then (to ease any potential heartache), but who am I kidding? I’m totally into him, and holding back nothing.

Anyhoo, I’ll be back Monday night. See ya then!