I guess I didn't realize my last entry had been over 3 months ago. Maybe I live in denial. I wonder if it's the same as when one looks in the mirror, mutters something to the effect of, "I really should exercise more," then goes about the day forgetting the muttering, only to repeat it all over again the next day. I don't know, maybe I think about the blog the same way. "I need to post something today..." Then it's tomorrow already. Oh well!
So, the first entry from a long hiatus should seemingly be well thought out and entertaining to write, as well as read. It's almost 11pm and I'm writing on a whim. I'm also on my 3rd full day of being without my hubby. He left for Tanzania on Friday, which is why I'm short on testosterone--no Scott. It's been far too many years since I've spent more than a few days by myself, and is taking quite a bit of adjusting on my part. One month is a long time to be alone in a VERY quiet house. With this, I have been reminded of how some of my single friends and widows/widowers might feel.
I received word very late on Saturday night that Team Tanzania had made it to their destination safely, however bedraggled and lacking sleep (Scott didn't sleep at all). Tomorrow begins their teaching. VERY exciting. I am anxious to hear from Scott within the coming days.
Until next time, and may it not be another 3 months...
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