Bitter sweet

It's so nice to be home, to have my car and to sleep in my own bed (despite the hacking and coughing of my tuberculosis leaving me unable to sleep), but I'm lonely and sad.

I talked to our Hospital Customer Service Rep, and she did a Contiki Tour in 1978--she and her husband had the exact same down after her trip. I think I'm also missing my sissy. It's funny because when she was set to drive home, we hugged forever and even got a little teary. It is usually a quick good-bye, and a "See you later". She must like me despite the accusations of being a party animal and over spender.

Sigh! I now have the pleasure of dealing with my leaky basement, getting back in shape for the marathon, pulling up all the dead plants in my flower garden and starting another university class. (I pretend to complain, but I'm looking forward to getting busy. I don't like too much down time.)

Moment of the day: Despite having ate my way through Europe, I weighed myself yesterday morning, and I have lost 2 lbs! I could have eaten 20 more stroopwaffles (which is the absolute highlight of Holland)!