Yesterday was (as days go) a very interesting day. It rained all night and first thing in the morning our small pond was so over flowing that I had to go out and manual empty some of the water out of it. In the process of feeling much like someone on the prairie hauling buckets of rain water I managed to slip and fall down splashing the water all over myself and hurting my knee. So my day was off to a great start. I still don't understand why it is that when I/people get hurt or fall down our first instinct is to assess who is looking. My first thought isn't "oh my gosh did I break anything? Am I bleeding? Do I need medical attention?" it is more like " Ok who happen to see me looking like a fool? Is there anyone around to witness this?" Of course it didn't help that I was still half asleep and in my pajamas. The end result was I had no broken bones, there wasn't any blood and I did not require any medical attention. More importantly I am pretty confident that there wasn't anyone looking.
The next big event was much more welcome and an even bigger shock than the possibly of someone seeming me slip and fall. A phone call saying D was be home soon. Of course this is a short visit but so very needed! He ended up getting home at around 5:30 and the dog-boys went crazy! The were so excited to see him...we all were.
He spent some time calling family, we did all the normal things a couple would do when they have been apart for a while, had dinner and watch TV! For many people that won't sound all that exciting but for me it was over the top! He hasn't been gone that long but a short time can sometimes seem like eternity!