Home just in time to watch my CSI. I'm enjoying Mr. Fishburne's performance, although I miss Grissom. 11th hour is a hoot more for being strange and laugh worthy than accurate.
I traveled to see the husband. Now I'm home. And packing. There's a house waiting for me, hopefully a job to work at, and a husband who wants me with him. Yet again, yay!
Life is good. Mostly.
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