Oh London and Wales...I miss you already

And I miss Nick terribly. I mean, deep-down, completely missing him so bad I want to bite my pillow. I couldn't bear to look at that little flight thing on the airplane, couldn't bear to watch it go further and further away from where I want to be. I would start to tear up and want to scream that I couldn't hold him, be with him, right then. That so many miles separate us, miles that we ARE fortunate to be able to traverse, but just not often enough. Not often enough at all. It always sucks so bad after we've been together for awhile...but I am already planning to go to Germany sometime in the fall (if I can--not much vacation time left, so may LOL be January--brrr?). LOL can't afford to go to the UK again any time soon...but I'll be back. I want to see more shows! I want to see Billy Elliot, and whatever else!

The house is a wreck--there will be massive cleaning done on my day off, it looks like. And the a/c is messed up because the filter disintegrated, and I am too tired to run get another one tonight. And yeah, unreal, I come home from being chilled in London all the time (I also froze on the plane), wearing two sweaters and a jacket--hit Houston and oh my LORD, hello Heat and Sunshine!!!! UGH!!!! I went to a restroom and yanked most of that off (not all, did not want to get arrested) and felt better. After our long wet winter here, and then being in Wales and London, getting blasted by the muggy heat of Houston made me feel sick. Weird. Got home to a hot house--the son tried to turn the a/c on and didn't know how to do it, and with the filter needing replacement (guess I should've done that before I left, but it SNOWED the day before I left, so...) so he froze up the a/c.

I have TWO blisters. Right foot's pinky toe, left foot's somehow between big and next big toe. Weird. HURTS.

Maddox has been blowing his coat. He looks like crap and there is fur everywhere. I TOLD THEM BOTH to brush the hell out of him--when a Husky starts to blow its coat, it is pure hell, fur everywhere, he looks like he is molting as great clumps of fur loosen and eventually fall off. Bedraggled pup, and without a doubt he did indeed stop eating while I was gone. He looks like he's lost a good 4 lbs. ARGH. Mental! But there is fur on my bed, fur on the floor, fur on the walls probably, and not much fur on him, dammit. Oh Huskies! Fortunately the red and whites don't blow as crazily.

Shelby is outside. The daughter said, "She stayed out ALL THE TIME." She won't come in for the night either, so may end up sleeping out there tonight, the silly.

Also, the daughter failed to check the mail. Great. The mailbox is no doubt stuffed to the gills with mail. GREAT.

I'll make a post tomorrow, I guess, on some of the things we did, but frankly...not in the mood to share much. Sorry. There are some pictures though that I can share, and general impressions of London. So, tomorrow. I am cranky right now so don't want to right now.

I am, however, reading a fascinating book about (more or less about) writing. Might just share some bits and pieces I especially love...it's not a how-to-write type of book, but rather a this-is-how-I-write book. So much of what this particular writer throws out makes bells go off in my head, hell CHIMES go off in my head (WOW, he is like that? and WOW I am not completely weird after all!), and I'm finding a surge of excitement and inspiration, coupled with becoming rather entranced by a few ideas that burst out of being in London this week, that need addressing.

I am home, and I don't want to be here...think it will take a few days to get back into the swing of regular life.