So, 48 hours ago? I’m pretty sure I was swimming in a pool. Filled with salt water. Aboard the Costa Mediterranea. In the middle of the ocean. Heading back to Florida.
Just now? I put on boots, jeans, two shirts, and the thickest winter jacket I own to stomp around in the ice while my dog peed. And it’s -13.
If it weren’t for Riley, I may not have come back.
I have hundreds of pictures to go through and hundreds of hours of sleep to catch up on. Oh, and a job to find and probably a place to live by the end of February.