In the morning and in the night.

I've been gone for 21 days. Weird. That's a long time for me. Does it really snow in Chicago or is it just my imagination? If the weather is so good in Florida, how bad can it really be anywhere else? I'm excited to get home and begin my home life again. Commuting to work. Cooking dinner with J. Even taking the dogs out in the morning and in the night. Life will be normal again. And normal is good. As much as I like to travel, it's quite different without J. I manage ok but some things just don't go so well. Like on Saturday. My phone broke into pieces. Completely hacked off in the middle. The bottom half can still dial, but I can't see any numbers that I dial. It sounds ridiculous but it really happened.