Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Time to go

I heard a joke once that went something like this:

A man went to see his doctor:
 "Well, Doc, what's the diagnosis?:
 "It doesn't look good," said the doctor.  "You've only got six months left to live."
 "Oh no!" said the man, "isn't there anything you can do?"
 "Well, there is one thing I can suggest..."
 "Anything, I'll do anything," said the man.
 "You need to find a woman with six kids, marry her and move to the wilderness where you have no comforts of home."
The man was confused.
 "And this will cure me?" he asked.
 "No," replied the doctor, "but it will be the longest six months of your life."

I have been "home for the holidays" about a month now- and as nice as it has been to be with my family and friends, it has been one looong month.  I'm ready to go home and sleep in my own bed, to cook for myself and have time to read again...  and find a job. Not to mention see my Denver friends- who I hope are still speaking to me after such a long absence. I hope they haven't forgotten me.


Jessica said...

Sigh.. oh what shall I do without you? Hopefully my child will fill in the chasm that your absence creates. Happy travels!

Wendy said...

I know what you mean. I love the fam. love love love them. Man it's nice to watch them drive away though. Life back to normal is a good thing. I wish you luck on your hob hunt and on your book. (GO FOR IT!)

If only Denver wasn't so dang far away...