I was going to go into some deep philosophical discussion involving immigration, poetry and Canada. But my George just got home after a week-long business trip on the west coast, and I’m glad. He has never done business travel in the past. This whole “go away for a few days” thing is new as of this summer. He doesn’t go often (it’s only been a couple of trips thus far), but I realize pretty much by the time I have to go to bed without him here, how much I like having the guy around.
YAY! He’s home! Yay! Yay!
All is well.
xo
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