Ready for the new normal

Just when G and I get used to being in the same place at the same time, I remember that I have to leave again.  Tomorrow.  That's ok, though, because when I get back next week, I'm not making any more quick trips for a long time.  For like, at least two weeks.  :)  

My coworkers in VA keep asking me when I'm traveling back again and I have to take a deep breath to refrain from saying I LIVE IN DENVER, REMEMBER?  COME OUT THERE IF YOU WANT TO WORK WITH ME.

But anyhoo.

I'll get in to AR tomorrow night and will surprise Gama first thing on Friday morning.  As far as I know, she has no idea the family is about to descend on her for a weekend of non-stop partying.  And by "family" I mean me and my bro.  The poor woman doesn't know what she's in for.

This one is coming and we're going out at least 5,000 times for drinks and talks about life and the future.

And this one has to go to the vet today.

G and I are steeling ourselves a bit.  She seems to be in very good shape, considering, but the Xrays will show us how the cancer is advancing.  As good as life is getting for us, these are stressful days in that regard.  There is a clock ticking in our background.

As I plan and pack for the weekend, G and Orca are researching nerd stores and local scenic routes.  They pretend to be sad that I'm leaving, but I catch them checking their watches and exchanging knowing glances.  I'm no fool.